I don’t know if I have a restless soul or if I was a gypsy in a previous life, but I love to travel. Although the lack of a fat bank account does dampens my spirit a bit. We’ve moved quite a few times over the years and it’s the packing and unpacking that kills me…the new location, not so much. My husband had a job welding in the construction of water towers and at first he traveled alone for months at a time. But I was homeschooling my youngest at the time and we had the opportunity to go with my husband to a job in Louisiana. I was in heaven. The heat and humidity everyone griped about? I loved it. It was all part of the scenery. Maybe one of the reasons I love to write is setting the scenery, immersing myself in the atmosphere and the story itself. I was hooked and the kiddo and I went with him on several more job sites including Memphis, Tennessee, and Savannah, Georgia. We also went to Arkansas and got caught in a massive ice storm and had to live without power, or heat, for a week. Not something I would recommend as a vacation…but you learn to improvise and treasure the local lineman working with the power company to restore service.
Just one of the things I love about traveling is searching out the local history. In Louisiana we made day trips to the “cities of the dead”, the famous New Orleans cemeteries. We even followed a tour around to eavesdrop on the history of some of the tombs. My sweet guys humored me because I could’ve spent hours walking around and my writer’s mind was definitely in high gear. And of course we had to walk down Bourbon Street and around the French Quarter. I still remember the melt-in-your-mouth beignets, covered in sweet powdered sugar, and the bitter, bold chicory coffee at the Café Du Monde. I loved to strike up conversations with any local that had a Cajun accent. They were good about sharing how to choose the freshest seafood vendors selling from ice chests along the side of the road and hole-in-the-wall restaurants with authentic Cajun food. We also took a day to visit a couple of restored plantations and another for an alligator swamp tour for the little man. The memories are still so vivid in our minds that we often talk about going back for a family vacation.
But I think my favorite job site of all was Savannah, Georgia. The moss hanging from the trees, plantations from days of old, and the history surrounding us. And we were there to participate in the famous St. Patrick’s day celebration. We often walked through the historic district along the riverfront to watch the merchant ships and eat warm pecan pralines straight out of the copper kettles. Well…almost straight out of the pots…they had to cool a bit first. 😉
I’d do it all over again. The traveling, the history, the interesting people. I’d do it for the experience, especially being able to share my love of history and culture with my guys. My writer’s mind craves it. One of these days…maybe I’ll take to the road again.