New Orleans sends its greetings along with me---wrapped up in a box of packing peanuts, and tied with a pretty ribbon. Joy! Summer has graced us again!
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There are trees and grass and flowers there. And rain and lakes and rivers. And the houses are like boxes of crayolas: colorful and tightly packed.
The people say "honey", "sweetie", and "who dat?". A lot. Nice place, neat place, with music and flavor, and beautiful streets lined with character, style, and spontaneity. But there is no place like home.
Home is cactus and mountains and 4% humidity. Home is chili peppers and tortillas. Home is adobe and stucco and terracotta tiles.
They say home is where the heart is, but I think home is where the heart sighs, sits back, and sings about the beautiful life that it is toiling and trekking through.
It's good to be home.
5 comments:
They really say Who Dat? I didn't think anyone every actually said that.
Sounds like you had fun. And ate lots of good food. Holidays and good food are meant to go together.
it's good to have you home too. ;)
New Orleans looks awesome. I've driven through it, but never stopped long enough to check it out. Your picture collage makes me want to go there!
God bless you, girl! Love you so much!
Ely
Ah. So that's where you were:)
Jack---
Actually, in our case, they sang it. Honestly, it's pretty cool when you hear a singing group mixing the song "When the Saints Come Marching In" with a football team chant... :P
Pretty crazy.
missed you so!!!
Its good to have you back. Traveling is wonderful, but there's nothing like flopping down onto your own bed with a sigh. Home is wonderful.
Nice pictures!
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