First Night In New Orleans
The first night Dake slept very little. So that means David and I slept very little….especially David. Dake just could not get comfortable. We brought all his pillows and all the sound machines but nothing worked. David and I repositioned him at least 20 or more times that night. All of the above equals very grumpy, ill people.
Upon getting up the next morning, we had plenty of ugly, grumpy banter flying around. Spirits were down and we had not even started our day. We headed to breakfast after my we gotta get it together speech….(which usually does no good when the sleep deprived are my audience.) Remarkably, after a little food in our bodies and reviewing the schedule ahead, we seemed to shape up.
New Orleans, The Swamp Tour
Lyndsey had a swamp tour for us and had called ahead and checked the accessibility beforehand so we would not have any unpleasant surprises. This tour was family owned business and the first impression gave us that feeling of a personal touch. It felt like when you were a kid going to church camp. At least a camp you have been to for years. It was a good warm feeling with all the familiar smells.
We board the pontoon like boat with no problems or trials….so we were all happy and ready for the journey ahead. We were all hoping we would see an alligator and exchanging exciting banter with each other and the other passengers. The boat held about 20 riders. Our tour guide was a Louisianan of French decent whose family exiled from Acadia, which is present day Canada. His grandmother was an Acadian Indian and was a major part of his raising. He was rugged and rough around the edges . His accent was as thick as the murky waters ahead. His school career was limited to third grade . But we would soon learn we would learn more from him than we would ever image…His classroom was the bayou. He told us he was offered a job at New Orleans University as a professor In History of the bayou. (A course I would definitely love to enroll.) He turned it down because he would have to live in the city because his home is in the bayou!
As we cruised down the waters, our new Cajun friend calls out a name and clicks his teeth out the side of his mouth . The “call” was like the friendly request one would use to retrieve your family dog. We all are looking with great anticipation . Out of the murky waters a couple of eyeballs popped up . Slowly, the eyes glide toward the tour guide’s end of the boat to reveal her bumpy, long, rough looking body…..
To be cont’d……