Like it was going to be that simple. First, Jet Blue didn't have that level of service in Albany direct to our first stop, so we had bus it to Logan airport in Boston. It felt strange to go right by Fenway Park without being dropped off at Yawkey Way for the day's game. And this was where the trouble began. If you travel by air, you must be familiar with this scene:
The three hour flight to Dallas/Ft. Worth went fine and we arrived in time to grab a quick snack, and then get on a new bus, and greet our driver, who we driven with before, and our guides and stepped into the heat of Texas. Cue the "Dallas" theme music!
Here is the Dallas (The Big D) you see as you fly in. The city has reinvented itself as a home for colleges, hospitals, museums, music, and dance.
We took in the parks of city , even moving out the heifers and other big cows as shown in the dramatic and inspiring and beautiful steers and cowboys in Pioneer Plaza. Also rest break at the Presbyterian Church and relaxed by the fountains. The churches in Dallas are truly breath taking
|Jackie at the fountain|
Pioneer Plaza (40 bronze longhorns)
|All Grassy Knoll People|
|JFK' s Speech to the Dallas Trade Mart 11/22/63 1:PM|
We had a quick lunch and then moved on to more recent American royalty.
The building on the left is the shopping area Magnolia,the right shot happy customers are looking at cookbooks they probably won't use and t-shirts that'll go in the closet at some point. There are food trucks surrounding the center and, if you dare,the world's greatest cupcake, for which you must stand outside in a line about a half an hour. Worth every time and dime.
So then it we returned to the bus and looked at more renovated homes with ridiculous selling prices.
We did not make it to the Dr. Pepper store, but I gave homage by ordering Dr. P everywhere else, unless something more intriguing available. Our evening meals was at the Saltgrass Steak House in Buffalo, Texas We stayed at the Hampton Inn in Buffalo, too.
|Hampton Inn Express|
(When you take as many pills as I have to just to get around, failure is not an option for me.)
Anyway, we had the treat of staying right in the French Quarter at the Sheraton Four Points hotel with a great view of Bourbon street.
We had run into a small problem, actually three small problems, though:
1. I could sworn that a few days before departure from the Yankee Trails offices, I had done a complete check on what needed to be packed medically. We'd gotten extra boxes and had thought them filled, well,I did. Jackie had hers ready and had little problem staying with things, which made sure that of us was sane. I knew what would happen, muscle spasms all day and all night. There were nights where I got one or two hours sleep, and would constantly doze off on the bus then spazzz awake. And I got cranky, slipping back to the lonely world of MS for the rest of the trip.
2. We are used going down for our usual stay at Disney World. If you run out of clean clothes, there's a washer dryer in your condo. They give you a box of Cheer to help you along. No worries. At the hotels we stayed at on this trip, only one place had a quarter change based washer/dryer and it was Day and the door had been locked. Once we got to Day 5 here in NOLA, there had been no washer/dryer since Day 1. We used that old line that we needed to "wash out a few things". This was scrubbing undies with soap and water in the bathroom sink, followed by hanging them on the shower pole. Drip dry, we figured in the morning, and we would be fine. Unfortunately, the air conditioner in the room was not the best, so while Jackie took her shower,I laid out the wet undies on the bed and blasted them (mostly) dry with Jackie's and the room's hair dryers. We held together but when we're back in Disney, I will be kissing the Hot Point facilities in our room. Why have hotels/motels/inns not provided this service anymore? So everyone tried stay as neat and tidy and not let their own odors be a bother because:
3.Le quartier français sent la soupe d'égout. Toute la journée. Toute la nuit. The French Quarter out stinks, out smells,and out grosses even the Bronx's worst alleyways. Even when the water trucks tried to give the streets at least a modicum of cleanness each morning, they only move the stink around until noon time when we hit a high temperatures of about 95 degrees each day. Then we started to smell like the French Quarter. We knew we weren't far the Mississippi delta so that humidity added to the time I spent leaning into shady spots or air conditionings.
And this as only Day 5. We had another week. So I'll be back soon (promise) and give you the rest. Really.