We also walked the market, watched street shows, then traveled for two hours on the boat - of course we got the meal, so we ate our cornbread and I tried the catfish. Both were good. Then we watched the muddy rivers, listened to the history of the river and the boats, and froze. It was cold. We also moved hotels in the morning (this one is so much nicer and the beds aren't titled or squeaky). They were so comfortable that when we got to the hotel at 4:30, we both fell asleep.
Of special note for Mimi Sue: Whose more miserable that my mom and me in the morning? That would be Chitunga Crandall. I thought I was a grump, but he's much worse than my mom and I combined. Good thing he knows it because he walks off to be alone for two hours before he can deal with people. I only need an hour. He says Lys doesn't understand. Oh, I get it.
We had plans to visit Tulane and Loyola, Universities in Western New Orleans and to attend a college basketball game, but the nap interrupted these plans. It's all good. Vacations are also meant for closing the eyes and putting the feet up. It's been two weeks since he's been back to Iowa and he didn't have the couple of days I had on Mt. Pleasant before finally being able to depart.
So, off to the airport we go, hoping all will be well and without incident. I needed a chance to get away and I did it, albeit only for a weekend. There's much waiting for me upon my return, but tomorrow I'm simply listening to a book on the plane and not going to deep into the back-to-work grind until Monday.
