Beignet Moment

We have a little phrase we say when a fabulous vacation draws to a close.  “It’s beignets at Cafe du Monde”.

That wonderful year we spent traveling the States… from sea to shining sea… we took it all in. If there truly is an American Pie, we did our best to have many, many slices.  On our final loop, down south, headed west to the familiar pavement of Texas and New Mexico highways, we found ourselves in New Orleans.  And there we sat at Cafe du Monde, drinking that excellent chicory laced coffee, eating beignets covered in powdered sugar, a man playing a jazz trumpet… and it hit me (as things do) that this was the moment.  The defining moment.  The journey had come to an end.  The spontaneous, come what may adventure had run its course.  Guess what I did next.  Yes, you guessed it.  I cried.

I know the moment that particular adventure began.  That afternoon Gary came into the house from a day of fishing in the Philippine Sea saying, “I don’t see why this wouldn’t work.  We rent our house out for a year and we travel the States.”

All adventures begin when the dream first enters the mind, and they end with some special moment.   I refuse to say they end when you unpack the suitcases and start the inevitable laundry.  That is just far too mundane!

As I type, I’m seated in a pretty little velvet chair, looking out the huge window at the Rio de la Plata.  I’m near the dance floor where we’ve danced all month, and where I had my “beignet moment” last night, twirling with the love of my life, as this lovely journey comes to an end.  Thank you Holland America.  It’s truly been a grand voyage!

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10 Responses to “Beignet Moment”

  1. Marcea Clive says:

    I love that picture. Touching story……..

  2. Sandy says:

    Thank you Marcea. And what a treat for me.. my G loves to take photos, and loves to set me up in a pose. It’s always fun to see what he’s snapped!

  3. Kim Mann says:

    Now you know why I refuse to unpack my suitcases!!

  4. Sandy says:

    Oh Kim! As long as you don’t unpack the suitcases.. you’re still on vacation!!

  5. So fun! How wonderful you included US! 🙂

  6. Margret says:

    I was at Cafe Du Monde last fall and enjoyed that “moment” as well. Even more special, however, was an accidental detour into the local National Park Service Office just off the path, where a local saxaphone player was giving a heritage concert sponsored by the Park Service. I was drawn by the sound of his horn, which was so etherial and beyond the talent of any of the local corner musicians. I found the source and sat there a few minutes, letting his music wash over me. There are moments when music can bring us to tears as we feel we are in the presence of something truly blessed by God. This was one of those times. Beignets and beautiful music – what a beautiful way to feed both body and soul!

  7. Sandy says:

    I love your thoughts Margret! I love special moments!!

  8. Robin Green says:

    And to think God invites us to a never-ending journey. . . . on the New Earth. I wonder what trips you’ll go on then?!

  9. Betty Williamson says:

    We, too, have had that beignet moment at Cafe du Monde, and you captured it beautifully. I have the worst memory in the world, but biting through inch-high powdered sugar has found a lasting place, and in our case, the music was a trio of street musicians on the sidewalk outside the cafe. Ahh, memories!

  10. Sandy says:

    Robin.. it will be one beignet moment after another!

    And what a fun and small world this is… so many have experienced so many of the same things. Wish it could always be one simple pleasure after another!

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