One more day! Hoorah!

Every morning on this trip, it has seemed harder to wake up and get out of bed. Today, in New Orleans, has been the same deal. But it's different this morning, because it's our last day on the road! Hoorah! I don't think either of us can take too much more of this - not that it has been a terrible trip or anything like that but I think the novelty of driving across the country wore off in Tuscon. My mom says that if we stopped and had a leisurely travel, perhaps I would feel differently...but we have been waking up and driving for hours at a time - our only stops are gas stations and restaurants. As we drive by signs for different tourist spots, we both say, "Maybe on the way back" though we both know, the trip back will probably be much of the same but in different cities. It's a nice thought though. We both look forward to Destin.

Literally, nothing interesting happened on our drive from where we stopped for the conference call to New Orleans. I suppose it was all smooth because I wasn't at the wheel ;). Life is good. We're still listening to Danielle Steele and we have another 2 1/2 disks to go. Hopefully that will last us to Destin.

Last night, after we arrived in New Orleans, we went to eat at this restaurant called Coops Place which came recommended by our hotel. It was totally local, complete with the soft accents. We decided to share Coop's sampler because it would give us a taste of everything - Seafood Gumbo (spicy as heck!), Jambalaya, Beans and Rice, some tomato, shrimp and rice thing and fried chicken. Unfortunately, as we were eating our chicken, our waitress came by to drop a spare plate and ended up dropping the empty plate straight into our gumbo. She was so stunned that for a minute, no one knew what to do - stunned silence. I had just only started to munch on the fried chicken and boy was looking to be good. Too bad when the waitress brought a new plate to us, it was sans chicken...boo. It was going to be the best part of the meal! Oh well - the jambalaya was awesome.

There is something sinful about Bourbon Street. Perhaps it's the bright lights, the smell or even the heat. But, there is a certain excitement about being here and walking down Bourbon Street and within New Orleans. There is a wonderful warmth to the people here and it is infectious. It makes me happy to be here. I heart New Orleans.

Destin...here we come!