Happy Wednesday to all of our travel friends, both near and far! Here are some articles we’ve read from other bloggers (and other sources) that we think you may like, as well, so we’re passing them along.
If you search the internet enough, you can find a ghost story about almost anywhere. I try to avoid these stories if I can. I’ve talked about how I feel about ghosts before, so I’d prefer to avoid spending the night with them if I can.
As it turned out, without knowing so, I’ve apparently stayed at several haunted locations in my travels. I didn’t know these places were haunted before we stayed there, but who knows…maybe was I drawn to stay at these places by the spirits????
One of my guilty pleasures is watching ghost hunting shows. I DVR episodes of Ghost Adventures (and previously Ghost Hunters – may the show R.I.P.) and snuggle with our dog on the bed while I listen to the EVPs and slamming doors. I’ve even gotten to the point where I can hear the spirit voices before they replay them with the subtitles. I think I like watching these shows because I’m pretty sure I used to live in a house where I had some spiritual co-inhabitants. It was a house built in 1928 on the farmland of one of the city founders. I never felt anything evil or menacing, just an occasional presence over my shoulder, watching what I was doing. There were also the times where lights I know I turned off were back on. Not just once or twice, but more like a weekly occurrence. I really noticed the difference when I moved and the feeling of being watched was gone. It was the strangest thing and it’s impossible to describe if you’ve never experienced it.
Alas, Sharon doesn’t share my enthusiasm in ghosts and the paranormal, but over the years, I’ve managed to get her to go to a number of haunted locations. Some of them because they had another appeal to her tastes and other times we were led there as part of a tour package. I didn’t care, we were going ghost hunting!
People have been stealing things from hotels for eons. Towels. Bathrobes. Drinking glasses. My in-laws may or may not have stolen a garbage can from a Holiday Inn on route I-95 sometime in the 1980s or 1990s that may or may not be in use in Joe’s and my garage.
Anyway, speaking of stealing things…the Roosevelt New Orleans Hotel has been around since 1893, which means it just passed its 125th anniversary. To celebrate that special occasion, the hotel is running a sweepstakes that’s like no other I’ve ever seen before.
When Joe and I went to New Orleans last fall, we had a blast! It was my first visit (and Joe’s second) and we did so many cool things, from riding on the only paddlewheel steamboat in the city, to having our own second line parade, to enjoying jazz at Preservation Hall, to touring the place where they make Mardi Gras parade floats, that were so much fun!
Now, if there’s one thing about Joe and I, it’s that we’re honest. Sometimes, especially for me, brutally so (an ex-boss once said to me during a particularly painful staff meeting, “You know, when you roll your eyes like that, people can see you.”). So if there’s a travel-related item or place that we don’t like, we’re going to tell you, in the hopes that you don’t make the same mistake we made.
This is one of those times.