• National WWII Museum
    Louisiana

    The National WWII Museum in New Orleans

    WWII history is taught to us in brief chronological order throughout our time in school. To dive deeper into any form of historical information many of us have to search it out through books, movies, research, etc. For Peter and I, WWII would be one of those pieces of history that we both dive deeper into on our own personal time, that’s why when we went to New Orleans we made it a priority to visit The National WWII Museum. Currently made up of 6 buildings, with plans on expanding in the near future, The National WWII Museum offers visitors a glimpse into the political, military and civilian side of the war.…

  • Breakfast Burrito in NOLA
    Breakfast,  Louisiana

    Bittersweet Breakfast in NOLA

    I’m not sure if it’s because I was in pain during our trip thanks to a broken ankle or I just wasn’t 100% sure I would actually write a travel blog again, but during our trip to New Orleans, I found myself enjoying the food more and taking photos less. Which is great for the concept of “being in the moment” but not so much when I finally decided I wanted to write about our travels and the food we enjoyed. As food goes I’m not one to be overly excited about anything in particular, which has caused arguments from individuals in the past. Peter understands this weird aspect of me,…

  • Broken Ankle Mardi Gras
    Did this really happen?,  Louisiana

    Broken Ankle and Mardi Gras

    Have you ever wondered what it would be like to go to Mardi Gras? What about traveling with a broken bone? These two things don’t seem to be in the same category and yet they both made for an extremely memorable trip. Literally, I tripped down the stairs and broke my ankle… 24 hours before we left for New Orleans! Peter was a gem through it all. From rushing down the stairs in his robe and picking me up off the floor to holding my hair back as I vomited from the painkillers in the ER this trip was bound to be a test of our relationship. Within just a few hours I…