Melting in Mobile

Mobile, Alabama. Beautifully located on the Mobile Bay, home of the original Mardi Gras (unless you ask someone from New Orleans) and the Mobile BayBears. With the end-of-season-clock ticking, we went south yet again. While the Hank Aaron Stadium didn't quite rival the Pensacola Bayfront Stadium's view, the BayBears' performance outdid the Wahoos'. We saw firsthand why the team from Mobile was the Southern League first-half champion! Besides a great offense, we were treated to a couple of amazing double plays! Go BayBears!!
A first for us: the National Anthem was sung by an (approx. 100 years old) opera singer. And it sounded fantastic! I just hope the old man didn't get a heatstroke. Come on, take off that tweed jacket. It will be fine. I promise! And it will have the added bonus of not melting. The temperature at game time was about 104 degrees. It was so hot in fact, even the bugs didn't want to move. I've never seen a fly move so unwillingly away from a hot metal fence.

We stayed at The Malaga Inn, located in Downtown Mobile. An old hotel, with rustic charm, and one of the coolest courtyards I've seen outside of Europe!

We must definitely stay there again, since the heat kept us from appreciating being in walking distance to Dauphin Street. We walked there, yes, but it was oh so very hot. I'm looking forward to exploring the oyster trail - the history of Mobile and of oysters painted on giant oyster shells throughout the city. We took a first step in that direction by eating at Wintzell's Oyster Bar, a local favorite. And now mine, too!

Spanish Plaza

Thank you for traveling with me today!

Until next time,

Nadine