I may not have blogged too much in 2018, but I definitely took plenty of trips!  I scrolled through my old photos this week and was quickly reminded that I didn’t sit still.  I remember having a conversation with someone about my desire to travel internationally in 2019 (already done, so stay tuned!) since I didn’t at all last year.  While I do enjoy globetrotting to other continents, my domestic trips are never without some level of allure.  And judging by the hundreds of photos in my digital collection of landmarks, food, scenery, and people I love, last year’s travels are worth chronicling.  Notable highlights included:

• Getting a henna tattoo and enjoying a live belly dancing show during a Moroccan dinner at Epcot;
• Snuggly CNN time with my cute godbaby genius, because cartoons don’t keep his attention;
• Beignets, étouffée, and po’ boys…enough said!  My bayou adventures are never without all of my Creole faves;
• A random outing on the Chesapeake Bay for crab cracking and boat watching with my momma;
• Dining underneath the sunset by the beautiful seashore in Puerto Rico and later being mesmerized by the colorful murals throughout the capital city;
• Blueberry birthday pie at my home away from home, because cake wasn’t on the menu and peaches were the appetizer;
• Getting the scoop on all of the best Mexican eateries in San Antonio from my Uber driver’s well air-conditioned car…because Texas…in the summer;
• Attending the Sisters of Flora art exhibit with stunning floral paintings by a New Orleans native;
• Trying not to break an ankle on the graveled roads and ogling at the calves on the drive to my friend’s farm country wedding in Indiana;
• Galavanting around Austin looking for the best spas and BBQ with the one who makes me laugh hysterically and supports my need for delectable foodie finds.

If I gain nothing else by traveling, it’s the pure essence of being comfortable with leaving behind what I know to experience the richness of what I don’t.  That’s life.  That’s wealth.  That’s my happiness.