Wednesday April 27, 2011
Once again, I awake in the morning after way too much free flowing champagne and wall to wall rock stars. Or a really good drea, like where would I find rock stars and free liquor, except in dreams.
A quick primp and I am off for another breakfast of pastry and coffee. How about a walk? Ok I say and off we go, down by the river. The heavy warm air feels good again today, and the thick cloud cover makes the ghosts wandering the streets more visible. The French quarter is difficult to describe. If you like orderly straight modern buildings, keep away. If you like things lumpy, bumpy and smelly it is a fabulous place.We wander around, smelling things, and crossing the street to avoid the foul odors, and wandering into the shops to smell the good ones.
Surprisingly by 10 am, our walk was complete, we had seen the Mighty Mississippi and were in need of libation. A mint Julep was procured and forced upon me, and I was further coerced into more adventures that given on my own I would never do. Never ever would I think of doing any of this on my own. We enjoy the magic of the steamy morning, people enjoying breakfast, as we get another beer. I am sure that Voodoo played its part in my day. As I planned my future before my present took place, I came down with a case of the insane giggles, and sang along with the banjo player to “Bill Bailey” Who knew I knew the words? I certainly didn’t, as I also did not know I knew as much of “Waltzing Matilda” as I did. All done in a Cajun Zydeco rhythm. I had another drink.
Lunch, chicken gumbo and chocolate raspberry mousse, skipping the champagne as I sobered up, ready to type this up and find a place to zip it out to you’ all.
Let the good times roll.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
April 25, 2011
Who would believe that I would still want to be out traveling after all this time? ME. I love every aspect of it all. The packing, the transportation arrangements, all of it.
I awoke shortly after midnight to begin my day. Finished packing, the last minute shoving of items thru the zipper into the suitcase, the hopping around hoping not to forget anything. (So far, one hairbrush). I officially leave the real world and enter the world of Touring. I experienced my first full body scan. Disappointing really. No one ran screaming from security, nor did I get any propositions. I have spoken with folks who cite this scan as a reason to no longer fly, Bahh, nothing to it. My first connecting flight was uneventful, as they all should be. I love my Iphone, watched a movie all by myself. Spent some time in Atlanta, got a piece of chicken, and got my second flight. I had the same seat, and this flight was full of some lively ones, loud talk and laughter. And I line to the restroom, which my seat was conveniently near. Some people should rethink their food choices if they are to be with the public in tight quarters, but that paled in comparison with the lady next to me on the hotel shuttle that had the odor of knockwurst about her. We drove around town, got a quick tour from the driver, dropped off a few at their hotels, and then came to mine. I got some looks regarding my lodging choice, but heck, we all have to stay somewhere.
Hot, really hot, with a hot humid wind blowing, really blowing, and the sun beating down. Coming from a cold climate that is still struggling with the remains of winter, still with snow around, I found this to be a shocking pleasure. No need for a coat, heck, no need for most clothing items, but as it was told to us by our bus driver, public nudity is illegal here. So I got dressed again. That body scan liberated me.
Enjoyed my first afternoon and evening, had a drink, ate some interesting foods, had a cookie. Fell asleep instantly, and awoke wide awake, ready to see what this day, week, Tour brings to me. I am ready.
Who would believe that I would still want to be out traveling after all this time? ME. I love every aspect of it all. The packing, the transportation arrangements, all of it.
I awoke shortly after midnight to begin my day. Finished packing, the last minute shoving of items thru the zipper into the suitcase, the hopping around hoping not to forget anything. (So far, one hairbrush). I officially leave the real world and enter the world of Touring. I experienced my first full body scan. Disappointing really. No one ran screaming from security, nor did I get any propositions. I have spoken with folks who cite this scan as a reason to no longer fly, Bahh, nothing to it. My first connecting flight was uneventful, as they all should be. I love my Iphone, watched a movie all by myself. Spent some time in Atlanta, got a piece of chicken, and got my second flight. I had the same seat, and this flight was full of some lively ones, loud talk and laughter. And I line to the restroom, which my seat was conveniently near. Some people should rethink their food choices if they are to be with the public in tight quarters, but that paled in comparison with the lady next to me on the hotel shuttle that had the odor of knockwurst about her. We drove around town, got a quick tour from the driver, dropped off a few at their hotels, and then came to mine. I got some looks regarding my lodging choice, but heck, we all have to stay somewhere.
Hot, really hot, with a hot humid wind blowing, really blowing, and the sun beating down. Coming from a cold climate that is still struggling with the remains of winter, still with snow around, I found this to be a shocking pleasure. No need for a coat, heck, no need for most clothing items, but as it was told to us by our bus driver, public nudity is illegal here. So I got dressed again. That body scan liberated me.
Enjoyed my first afternoon and evening, had a drink, ate some interesting foods, had a cookie. Fell asleep instantly, and awoke wide awake, ready to see what this day, week, Tour brings to me. I am ready.
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