Our last day on the road. We get on the road early, as we are ready to get going, and we have had it with the sugary, trans-fat laden Hampton breakfasts (yes, friends, we stayed at Hampton the whole time. Rigid? Perhaps. I like their internet access setup, as well as the little sign behind the reception that reminds me where the hell I am in America. Admit it: you've forgotten before, too.).
And, as a reward for our enthusiasm, we get caught in a nasty traffic jam due to a double wide scattered (ok, pieces of the double wide) literally all the way across our side of I-10.
Once past the housing accident, we have to leave I-10 for 190 as I-10 is closed from some sort of gas incident earlier in the week. Slow going on 190, so slightly frustrating, but we have planned a little stop in Breaux Bridge where there rests a little eatery (thank you, Road Food!) called Cafe Des Amis, so our spirits are not dampened, no sir!
At Cafe Des Amis, we devour the crawfish etoufee and a slice of Gateau Sirop, a confection that rivals Red Velvet Cake for its addiction possibilities. Feel like new people and hit the road for our last leg.
See a sign just inside the Louisiana/Texas border that El Paso is 857 miles away. !!!
Hit storms just outside Houston that stay away almost until we get home, somehow cleansing us of the uncertainty that I had until now. They feel as if they are welcoming me to my new life. And I'm happy to arrive.
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