This has been a difficult trip. The day before I got here, my brother was admitted to the hospital. This is a repeat of a problem he had about three years ago. It looks like he might not have to have a very difficult surgery, but we're taking it a day at a time. Please keep good thoughts on this one.
Needless to say, I haven't been doing any sightseeing or picture taking. However, I did screw up their house alarm today and had the cops come pay me a visit. Sheesh! You just can't take me anywhere!
I've been driving his cute little Jeep Wrangler back and forth to the hospital, about 25-30 miles - down country roads - with sugarcane trucks pulling out in front of me - and getting behind them doing five miles an hour for ten mile stretches. The joys of country living. Driving, though, has given me the opportunity to see a little of the back country. There are some gorgeous homes off the beaten track. I would love to live down here. There's nothing prettier than tall sugarcane swaying in the breeze, the field surrounded by hundred year old oaks dripping in moss.
I did stop last night on the way home at a country grocery store that has the best fried catfish and shrimp in the whole world. Lordy, that was good! Will have to do that one more time before I leave.
I might venture around a bit tomorrow when I leave the hospital and see if I can't fine a few interesting things to photo. There are a couple of street signs in New Iberia that I want to see if I can find again. Too funny!