Terry's in the shower, so now I get to post. He and the Mac have been having a love-hate relationship the last couple of days, but you can read that rant below. I am happy to report that the trip is going very well and completely on schedule. I am guessing that's because the trip was so well planned and that the planner built in the right amount of CFAT, but more on that later... Day 1: We dropped off the Fur at Tucker and Whitney's and she was having a ball the minute she got there. Terry talked to Tucker this morning and it sounds like she's doing fine and the cats haven't had to adjust her attitude just yet. We miss her, but with all of the in-car time, this way is better for all. Our first stop on Sunday was the famous Gator Junction in Wallisville, Texas, for their amazing boudin, a side of jambalaya, and a big ole' glass of root beer. Gator Junction looks like your average road side gas station and convenience store, but it's so much more. People come in to get food, catch up on local gossip, and even hassle the state troupers about their parking jobs---there were 6 officers in while we were there. I also learned of the importance of rice to the Louisiana economy while there, even though we were technically still in Texas, from my native-Louisiana driver. Watch for more rice propaganda in later posts, as it abounds in Louisiana. After lunch we headed on to our accommodations at the Bayou Cabins in Breaux Bridge. We were in cabin #5, The Honeymoon Cabin, which would have been The Annulment Cabin if anyone tried to take me there for the honeymoon. Don't get me wrong, it's a really neat little place, a circle of little rustic cabins along the Bayou Teche with a quaint cafe and a fire pit area for live music when it's warmer. I also enjoyed the vast supply of kitties that hang around the cabins and cafe. After checking in, which consisted of grabbing the key of the outside of the cabin and opening the door, we headed out to have a cocktail. This was more difficult than it sounds and we looked to Garmin for guidance. Sometimes Garmin is very helpful and sometimes I think she just has fun jacking with us. This was the later. Anyway, we finally found The Bridge Bar right across the bayou from our cabin. We had a couple longnecks and soaked up some "local flavor," then headed back to the room to get ready for dinner. Dinner was at the famous Mulate's in Breaux Bridge. It gets an A for atmosphere, a B for service, and a good solid C+ for food, but it was a lot of fun and we got to throw back some Jack and do a little dancing. The heating system in the Honeymoon Cabin proved to be minimal, so we grabbed the quilt out of the car and snuggled in to rest after our first big day.