The first few days of our road trip to pick up a grandfather clock was filled with the sights and sounds of airboats, the cast of Disney world and the waves hitting the beaches in Florida.
Now we need to get moving so we can get the clock home. We traveled from Pensacola beach, a beautiful beach that we couldn’t swin in due to the rip tides . We traveled from Pensacola to New Orleans, Lousianna. The trip took only about four hours. We were very happy with the two bedroom craftsman Airbnb that we booked in the Garden District with friends. New Orleans lives up to its big reputation as a party destination, complete with generous drinks and delicious local delicacies. The Po’boys we devoured were from a local dive bar in the Irish Channel district called Parasols. The dive bar had all the necessary ingredients, local clientele, no frills atmosphere and delicious roast beef Poboys served since the 1950’s. When we walked in and saw all of the regulars lined up at the bar we all knew we were at the right place.
We visited Burbon Street and enjoyed the rowdy atmosphere and activities but by our second day we wanted to enjoy some beignets and listen to some great music further down the French Quarter. I loved all of the colorful houses and each Uber trip I felt compelled to name the color of each gingerbread house we passed. “Look, periwinkle, sage, salmon, yellow!” Once a preschool teacher, always a preschool teacher.
My friend and I were looking to have Tarot cards read for us, but we kept looking for a really “good one” and unfortunately we were never satisfied. Not really sure what a “good” tarot card reader is but we both knew it should not involve an iPhone.
I can not say enough about the phenomenal music we were lucky enough to hear all along the French Quarter. We were in NOLA for Southern Decadence, a gay pride event with music, parades, dancing and more. Apparently New Orleans hosts hundreds of festivals celebrating the unique food, music and people that make it so fabulous. We will definitely return to NOLA to spend some more time discovering the treasures of this wonderful city.
We woke up early the next day to get a head start on the road to San Antonio. This was a LONG leg of our journey. Over 600 miles. We had cappucino at a corner coffee shop and did not stop except for gas and bathroom breaks for the next nine hours. We happily jumped out of the van, changed and went on to enjoy the River Walk in San Antonio.
We were both getting tired of hotel rooms and maybe each other too, but the end was in sight. The next morning we loaded the car once again and made our last push for home over 590 miles to Las Cruces, New Mexico.
Greg drove for over 2,800 miles with 48 hours behind the wheel. Was it worth it? Hell yeah. We have this beautiful clock and the memories that travel imprints on you.
The clock is now safely home in our bedroom and it looks beautiful but I would be happy to not have any long road trips for a while. And I didn’t do any of the driving.