Thaw before reheating.
{ 2007 04 24 }
45 – minutes to park for the Metro ride
45 – minutes to find the car when we returned and I realized I didn’t remember on which of the 6 levels we were parked on
“Mommy, where’s our car?”
“I don’t know, Will. We’re going to keep looking until we find it.”
“Oh. Why don’t we just walk instead?”
Posted by holly on Tuesday, April 24th, 2007, at 5:37 pm, and filed under Travel.
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Regular dishes on life in New Orleans, historic home renovation, raising kids, completing a PhD, travel near and far, global concerns, and health issues.
You know the story, right? International health... work all over the place... drag my kids around in sacks through villages in Central America... yadda yadda. I decided to go for another degree, so in 2004 we moved to New Orleans with no intention of staying. Then Katrina. And then *blink*blink* New Orleans is a completely different place and we just can't leave. Suddenly I'm on TV talking about immigrants and health and Paul is starting a company. Or two. His side is high-tech, mine is community health and our lives are yearly evacuation, regular celebrations, and nonstop work here, there, and everywhere. Our door is always open. I only ask that if you decide to go ahead and make yourself that mint julep, you make one for me, too.
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