Autumn almost always means a little getaway for my sweet Mister and I. This year we have decided to do a little road trip into Louisiana (kind of a last minute, spur of the moment idea) and have booked an AirBNB for the first couple of nights in Natchitoches. In order to keep this account real, I need to share the confirmation email we received upon booking:
"Hello folks, welcome to Louisiana. Let me manage expectations a bit- I need to update Airbnb page. The approach road is full of potholes. Somehow related to Louisiana politics so that’s part of the tourist experience.
The house water smells like well water does. It is true, I can’t deny it.
The dogs bark at the pig when she comes in the doggie door, and when they hear something upstairs in your apartment (normally the swinging door into bathroom). This should last just an annoying moment or two.
Your apartment is reached via outside staircase. The motion lights are not yet lined up optimally so a flashlight is at foot of stairs. Nights are bright in the moonlight, but this week we have dark, star-filled mornings.
Oh yes, in fact the shower has only one temperature. I can adjust that. The heat control for air is on your wall.
I will leave your key on the table.
I’ll be at our flea market until 2 pm tomorrow. It is located at 121 Miller Drive, one mile from house.
You are welcome to come to the house anytime tomorrow. No need to wait for official check in time.
Lastly, I am the token white at a black full-gospel church across the street. As in fish-net stockings, big hats, best wigs, disco lights, and lots of dancing. The preacher is a prophet. Do you remember in Oh Brother Where Art Thou, the blind railman who prophesied the cow on the roof of the cotton house? He’s like that. Anyway, a fun 3-4hour service on Sunday and you are invited."
It appears that fun times are headed our way --- good thing we are always up for an adventure. As we drive away, one quick look at the colors surrounding our home. Now, let's get going. Fun lies ahead.
Welcome Back to the afternoon! Hahaha --- we've had so much fun already and this day is going to keep going. It is our "Plantation Day." When we left Oakland, we followed the park ranger (for lack of a better title) over to Magnolia Plantation. The Park Service does not own the "Big House" here but other parts are remarkably well preserved. One of the first things we notice as we park is the row with many slave cabins still standing. We start at the plantation store, by getting a map of the area and are soon off and exploring. The store itself is not open for viewing like the one at Oakland was. Here it is used as an admin area.
