Husband came home Sunday, and Monday we decided to go to New Orleans for a couple of days. It was heavenly. Just getting out of Lafayette, away from the internet and the phone and everything was fantastic. We shopped, had coffee at Cafe Du Monde, ate amazing seafood, ate amazing Indian food, drank heavenly at a hole in the wall Irish bar, and slept in an amazing hotel room in a supposedly haunted hotel. And obviously from the photo above, we went to the Aquarium, one of my favorite places in the world. Well, except for the mommy in the "mommy and me" group who was texting as she breastfed her child. That was just strange.
It's impossible though for me to go to New Orleans and not be reminded of hurricane Katrina. While the French Quarter and uptown, the areas we frequent, were spared for the most part, there are still parts of New Orleans that look like a war zone. Of course, the earthquake in Hatiti now has brought back the same images in my head. Please, text "HAITI" to 90999 to donate $10 to Red Cross relief efforts in Haiti. Put yourself in their shoes, wouldn't you want help?
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Posted by Unlikely Oilfield Wife at 8:16 AM