Let The Traveling Begin originally published on Food and Fond Memories on August 1, 2012 by sandyaxelrod Leave a Comment (Edit)
Let The Traveling Begin
An Artistic View of St. Charles Street in New Orleans
The Story Behind the Art
As I told you in my last post, Steve and I took a trip to our beloved New Orleans for a much needed week of fun, frolic and food. We started our married life over 43 years ago as a couple who loved to get on an airplane and get to our destination quickly. But over the years that has taken a u-turn and we much prefer to just get in the car and drive. After reading Joan Nova’s post, or should I say rant, today on her wonderful blog Foodalogue I am reminded why we prefer to drive. Let’s just say that she could have driven from her home in Florida to her destination in Quebec in less time than it took her to fly. And with much less stress and aggravation. But I digress… Knowing I am always late, Steve warned me that he wanted to be on the Turnpike by 10 am. This meant everything had to be loaded in the car and Hershi dropped off for his week at Doggy Camp first. Hahaha, I had the last laugh! He was the one that held us up. It had been so long since he used the bike rack on a car and not an RV that he totally forgot how to attach it and it took him at least a half hour to figure it out.
The Ashley House. Our own on site haunted house!
A gurgling fountain between the pool and the hot tub.
Once all of that was done we were on our way and on the Florida Turnpike at 11 am. Our plan had been to drive to a point somewhere in Mississippi, stay the night, and then continue to New Orleans and check into our hotel at the 4 pm check-in time. The only thing was we were making much better time than we expected AND we got to turn our watches back an hour somewhere in the Florida Panhandle. So my brilliant husband made a call to our hotel, the Wyndham Avenue Plaza in the Garden District, and made arrangements for us to check in that night. Yes it was pretty late, 9:45 pm to be exact. And we had not had dinner but that is not a problem in NOLA. So we quickly unpacked and walked to the Trolley Stop for our only unmemorable meal in New Orleans ever. But it was food. It was late. And we were hungry.
My sweetheart relaxing with a good book.
It was so nice to have our own private pool!
We slept and slept. Steve got up at about 10 am and rode his bike to Cafe du Monde for their fabulous beignets. And surprised me by waking me at 11 am when he returned from his bike ride with the bags of warm pastries for our breakfast. Since it was our bonus day because we checked in the night before we were scheduled to, we decided to just loll around the newly renovated pool and just relax.
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