Did I just see a dead armadillo or am I...?

Let me back up. Last night after spending a LONG, grueling, entire three hours on the road from the Rambishes, we found ourselves in the home of Sophie and Kay Dillard.

They are amazing.

And their kitchen looks like a 50s diner.

We had a perfect meal, sparkling drink concoction to match the bubbly conversation with good friends. After quickly being caught up on each others' lives, we moved on to more pressing topics including stories based on the range of locations in which some of us have locked ourselves.

We siphoned internet and discovered that our couch in Arizona had fallen through. If you know anyone in that general area who would like to meet two lovely, young travelers, let us know.

Then Ms. Sophie showed us a night on the town. Let's just say that pieces of a broken skip-it now adorn her car and Erin achieved her one and only goal for the trip; to play Ninja with strangers (not scary ones, worriers, just friends of friends we hadn't met).

This morning we said goodbye to the Dillards as they headed to Savannah for vacation and we took off for the Coca-Cola Museum in Atlanta. It was like a walking, talking Coke commercial where you get free commemorative bottles of soda and, sometimes, water thrown in your face (that's a whole blog in and of itself).

We skipped out of Hotlanta (as Erin continually referred to it), and headed south toward the old Lagniappe church building and New Orleans. As we passed through Alabama we tossed around the idea of going to see the Hefners or the Crenshaws in Pensacola and before we knew it we were eating a DELICIOUS meal in a crab shack with Tiki and Lane Hefner and walking the beach, far off storms gathering in the distance.

We hit the road again, made it to Bay St. Louis, and here I am fighting sleep yet again. I'll leave you all again with another

Random Fact: Cans of tuna fish can be opened with a giant knife in parking lots in Alabama. They cannot, however, be opened with Gatorland souvenir bottle openers...