I had a very strong impression come over me in December that we were meant to go to New Orleans. I told Craig and he was keen to give it a go. We tried knocking on all sorts of doors and none opened. And yet, the impression just kept getting stronger. As we began to plot our our routing we worked it in, not knowing the purpose but waiting and planning. As it turns out the Big Easy, was just that for us, meaning a time of rest and relaxation.
New Orleans for rest you say, and after ten days in this swamp land called the bayou, we feel ready for another round of service and performance.
Here is a preview of some of the highlights.