Disney Trip during Covid times, September 2020
For Valentine’s Day 2020, Scott and I took the day off work and headed to Buford Highway. In case you didn’t know, this ~6 mile stretch of highway in Doraville is considered to be THE place to go for international food and culinary diversity in Atlanta. You can find everything from Szechuan mapo tofu to Bangladeshi shawarma. Ever wanted to try Malaysian food? Buford Highway has got you covered.
We started our day at Paris Baguette for coffee and pastries.
Next stop (and a MUST DO whenever you’re on that side of town): the Buford Highway Farmer’s Market [5600 Buford Highway]. The first thing to know about the farmer’s market is that it’s not actually a farmer’s market. It’s a supermarket. An amazing 100,000 square foot supermarket with fruits you’ve never seen in person before…
You can find dragon fruit.
I didn’t know what it meant to miss New Orleans until this January. I’d been to the zoo there as a child, but had little to no memory of it — and Scott had never visited. Despite this, I had a fondness for NOLA already due to growing up in Mobile, AL, the only other city that respects Mardi Gras as much as New Orleans. I figured it would be love at first sight, and it was.
We stumbled across these (real) mid-century lamps in a shop on Conti Street.
And I adored pouring over the bottles in an 1800s pharmacy.
You may have recently seen stories in the news about an American singer / celebrity who traveled to Israel and was baptized there.
You may have heard there was a backlash.
You may have heard she was shamed, yelled at, and scolded on social media.
She was told she should never have gone to Israel. Told that it’s not politically correct to travel there or support that country. Told that showing even vague support for the Israeli government was wrong, and that she had offended her fans.
You may have heard how she caved to this pressure.
She publicly apologized. (Literally, apologized.) She deleted photos. Said she should never have gone to Israel. She recanted everything she had shared, just days before, about her baptism experience.
Well, this seems like a good day to share…
I traveled to Israel.
I support the nation of Israel & their government. I love the people of Israel.
I will never regret going to Israel, or apologize for it.
I didn’t publicly post the photos of my baptism in the Jordan River before now, because I saw no need. But perhaps there is a need. Perhaps there is a need to make it clear that standing with Israel is not something to apologize for, and that traveling there is not an act worthy of retraction.
So, here they are.
Photos taken at the same river where that celebrity was baptized.
The river where Jesus was baptized.
You’ll notice I’m with my husband, who was baptized just moments before I was.
We will never regret. We will never change our minds. We will never apologize.
“If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand forget its skill.” Psalm 137
I uploaded these photos late (“late” as in almost a year later) — and somewhere along the way the photos got all mixed together, so I can hardly tell which are 2018 and which are 2019 — or who knows when exactly. But then, does it really matter? They all come from that period known as “summertime” when the cicadas are loud and the river is rushing.
Having wonderful family members who live by the beach (and are the kindest, nicest people you could ever meet!) is a lucky advantage that we shouldstop to enjoy more often. We were so blessed to spend the long weekend of the Fourth on a whirlwind trip to see grandmothers, aunts, uncles, cousins, new babes and the ocean.
Love the view of this man, smoking a cigar on the beach – my own rugged Hemingway.
The final highlight of the trip was a long drive home with my Twinkie as we planned our next adventurous endeavor (hint: it involves mouse ears, and running shoes). Carol Anne, I can’t wait for our trip together in November!