Last night we slept really well, and this morning we woke up to see how beautiful the view of Navarre Beach was in daylight.
As we drove along Santa Rosa Island, and the landscape changed from beachside condos to wild sand dunes, I was in a very happy head space. Half-formed memories of being in the sun kept coming back to me. (Despite my Celtic skin that hates the sun, the rest of me loves it.) As if I weren't happy and nostalgic enough, we had to stop at a gas station so I could powder my nose, and I found they had infused drinks. I knew they were legal in Florida, since I'd had one on the way south, and who knows about the other states we are now passing through? I got a lime one, and then I was really in a state of bliss. I just loved this funky pedestrian overpass.
We went up to the rooftop bar, so we got to go to one, since we never saw the one in Tallahassee. Look what was left over from the New Year's Eve festivities - a disco ball balloon!
We drove to Perdido Key, where Travalon wanted to have lunch at Flora-Bama, a bar that is partly in each state. We ate on their balcony overlooking the water.
After lunch we hit the road and drove to Mobile, Alabama, where we checked out their beautiful cathedral. There was a small tour group going through, so we tagged along with them. There was also adoration going on, which made me happy because I've missed two weeks of adoration now.
This was a secret little chapel beneath the main sanctuary.
Here are some photos of the streets of Mobile. As you can see, they have art like Black Cat Alley in Milwaukee, and they are prepping for Mardi Gras even though Christmas isn't really over yet. They also have a lot of balconies like the buildings in New Orleans.
We even passed the exact spot where we watched the Mardi Gras parade a few years ago. Mobile feels like a different world than the rest of Alabama, especially the eerie ride on Highway 45 to Meridian. We took it in the dark a few years back, but it's just as eerie on an overcast day, especially if you're a bit stoned. I felt an ancient, evil presence there, like something the Anglo-Saxons wrote epics about. (I was having a lot of Deep Thoughts today.) I prayed a rosary as we drove along, and I honestly felt like something wanted me to stop. Once I finished, we listened to old Delta blues singers from the 20's and 30's, which just added to the eeriness. I always feel like the ghosts of lynched people are watching us on that highway.
In Meridian, Mississippi we are staying at the Three Foot Hotel, which is very old and beautiful. Check out the elevators.
However, it was too windy out there so we sat inside. Eventually we got it together to go to Weidmann's, the oldest restaurant in Mississippi, dating from 1870. (The hotel dates from 1929.)
It was like a Southern supper club, with a basket of crackers on the table. I got the catfish with two sides, dirty rice and fried green tomatoes, and Travalon got collard greens with his ribeye steak that he gave to me, so I ate half of everything and then took the other half back to the fridge in our hotel room. (Bad news - no microwave in the room, so I have no idea how I'll heat it up.) I had to save room to split a piece of their "world famous" black bottom pie with Travalon. It was so charming being in these old places. It makes a person think of what life was like before social media, or even cars in the case of the restaurant. It's fun to imagine people arriving in their horse-drawn carriages to have some catfish, fried green tomatoes, and black bottom pie.
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Want to come later this month to have dinner with the guys and I?
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