{"id":3084,"date":"2011-04-02T18:13:22","date_gmt":"2011-04-02T22:13:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/staging.communify.me\/newvinegrowing\/?p=3084"},"modified":"2019-06-07T13:41:03","modified_gmt":"2019-06-07T17:41:03","slug":"in-sickness-and-in-health","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/staging.communify.me\/newvinegrowing\/in-sickness-and-in-health\/","title":{"rendered":"In sickness and in health"},"content":{"rendered":"

I’ve been struck by how many people have trial by fire stories from a big journey — often at the very outset of the trip.
\nTwo couples we know had all their belongings stolen at the start of long international treks, and in the book I’m reading, Letters from New Orleans<\/a>, the author’s girlfriend has her car stolen almost immediately after moving to NOLA.
\nSo I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that our little adventure has kicked off with me picking up some rotten bug and getting probably as ill as I’ve been in my life. Trust me, you don’t want details, but I can tell you I’ve lost close to 10 pounds and today I’ve eaten a piece of toast.
\nThere’s a cruel irony to a girl who loves to eat and drink coming to a city that does both exceptionally well, and being sidelined for a week. And we spent our first week here in a lovely hotel in the French Quarter, which I imagined would be our home base for enjoying live music every night at the many clubs nearby — but instead, I didn’t feel up to going out.
\nJohn’s birthday was Tuesday. I told him I wouldn’t be offended at all if he wanted to go out with friends, but he sweetly ordered dinner delivered and we watched 30 Rock on Netflix. Not the rockin’ celebration I expected, but there’s time for a do over.
\nNew Orleans has already taught me lessons:<\/p>\n