“I would still like to take you to New Orleans for Valentine’s Day and Mardi Gras.” Shaun whispered into my ear while snuggled up in bed.
Shaun had been planning a romantic getaway for us for well over 6 months – and somehow had done it all without me noticing. I can normally read him like a book when he is being sneaky – but well done, sir. WELL DONE.
–To New Orleans–
It is the city that haunts my dreams. I have been obsessed with NOLA since I was a little kid playing the Disney Magic Kingdom game and making sure to hit up New Orleans Square every time and was tickled pink to visit the Haunted Mansion when I went to Disneyland for the first time at 25.
Aside from the child-like fantasy of Disneyland, I’ve been wanting to experience the culture that is so incredibly different from the rest of the United States. I want to dance on the streets and have a piping hot beignet in my hand. I want to see the magic. I want to see the voodoo. I want to hear the lingering music in the air.
I devour anything New Orleans – from the culinary delights and my love for good cooking, to my obsession with crawfish boils, and the goosebumps I get when watching Treme. And that is really the tip of the iceberg.
In the 16 years that Shaun and I have been together, this very well may be the most romantic thing he’s ever done for me.
He is taking me to a place of my dreams.
Keep an eye on our Instagram account if you want up to date pictures around Valentine’s Day! 😀