Abroad and Back

Hello June, it's lovely to be you again.

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!

© 2013 Kismint

We left early Wednesday, and returned yesterday night, fresh from the swamplands. We saw the sights---French Quarters, plantation houses, Villalobos Rescue Center, House of Blues, and the neighborhoods. We ate the food---pralines (bacon! praline bacon!!), chicken and waffles, beignets, mussels, clams, shrimp with Cajun sauces, Cajun spices, Cajun dips...pretty much everything Cajun...

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.