Honeymoon in the swamp

Well, our honeymoon last month wasn't exactly entirely in the swamps, but you could feel its presence everywhere we went in Lousiana. From the casinos in Lake Charles (we came out $12.50 and 6 drinks ahead) to the long stretches of highway over the wetlands to New Orleans, which is a city in the swamp. From crawfish to oysters, muffaletta to pirogues, boudin to cochon, we stuffed our little faces.

To round out our tour, we actually took a boat ride through a swamp with a man named Norbert LeBlanc, who's been doing this for 40 years. (Shhh, don't tell anybody about the moonshine he's serving in these photos:)) Saw some gators, met a really tan lady and enjoyed cascading through the wild green carpet, which made me realize why they call it "wet lands."

Wouldn't have chosen to have our honeymoon anywhere else. And a special shout-out to Nola: Thank you for reigniting your spirit and sharing it with us.