Well, well, well

So we ended up at the WalMart parking lot last night, but I have an excuse; the morons at Pleasure Island RV Park wouldn't allow Labrador Retrievers to stay there because they are a vicious breed. These are the same breed of idiot that attacked Iraq when we were attacked by a bunch of Saudis, but I digress.

Anyway, nothing says glamour like a night in the parking lot at WalMart, but we managed to pull it off by drawing the curtains, playing the Celtic Women CD and acting like we were actually in the beautiful Costa Rican highlands, and except for the reality reintroducing dog walk in the parking lot at 11 pm, I think we pulled it off.

We're now in Abbeville, Louisiana, the heart of Cajun Country, and being spoiled by the awesome cuisine and the Cajun/Louisiana accent that manages to sound genteel, instead of ignorant, nasty and racist, like the one in white Atlanta. But I digress.

We're getting to New Orleans in a few days, and I look forward to absurdly perfect meals. Then we're back to the coast and drifting through coastal Florida.

What a life.

Small world, part 3

So we’re here in Port Aransas, Texas which is way nicer than I expected and sticking around for a few days to enjoy the beach and catch up on laundry and some chores. We needed a hardware store to find a laundry hamper and a few other odds and ends. I’ve never been to Port Aransas, and not sure I knew it existed before the other day, and hadn’t been in Texas before this trip in over a decade, but I walked up to the checkout stand, and there was Steve, the guy who’s been cutting my hair for years in Key Largo!

We did some reminiscing, and it turns out he sold his barber shop and house in the spring and moved here. We have a new camera since the old one took a nutty, so if it works out I might post a shot.