St. Martinville and Ye Olde Subway

I got a phone call last Saturday morning. It went as follows:

Me- "Whats up, I'm still sleeping."

Husband- "Get dressed I found something awesome!"

Me- "How far away are you?"

Husband - "Like 10 minutes! Hurry!"

So, I frantically dress myself and put on a dash of makeup, only because I knew my camera would be there. I rush downstairs and wait...for about a half an hour.

My husband finally gets there and I get in the car, starving because I didn't have enough time to feed myself.

We drove for about 30 minutes out to St. Martinville and into a little historic campsite called Longfellow. The whole time in the car I was yelling at Charlie because I was ready to eat my arm off and if my arm didn't satisfy my appetite, Steve's toes. I told Steve this and he said, " No Mommy!" and proceeded to wiggle his toes in my face. The only reason I didn't grab the wheel and force us into the nearest driveway of a fast food restaurant is because I was promised Longfellow would have food.

As it turns out they had a re-enactment going on, it was supposed to be an Acadian village, in the early 1800's, where most of the settlers were french. There were too many people in the Acadian villages so they had Vigilante groups going around and making sure the law was being upheld. However, the Vigilantes abused their power and began hanging or chasing people out of town when they didn't like them. So, this was a re-enactment of a Vigilante group coming to charge a family with theft and the whole thing escalates into a shooting. Please excuse me if I have gotten any of the history wrong, I couldn't hear much because my stomach was making dinosaur noises and I was also slightly distracted by the tour guides silver, shiny grown-up braces.

As it also turns out, the only thing Longfellow didn't have was food, but I somehow managed to power through, you know, for the family.

It was actually pretty awesome. They were really shooting and speaking a mixture of Cajun, French and English and the actors were having a good time, which was apparent because when they were supposed to be dead, one of them yelled, "Jeeze, I'm really gonna die from smoke inhalation!" 

 We stayed and looked around, the entire village was authentic.

 They had several little cabins and this one basically only had this little bed inside. The tour guide said that whole families would live in the tiny one room cabin. I now appreciate my home. I was finally to my breaking point and was snapping at everyone who said anything to me. At this point my stomach was eating myself and I was going to die soon. 

We left and went into town, it was after 2:00 and apparently anything that slightly resembled a restraunt or cafe was closed for the day. Thank you St. Martinville. We drove up and down the streets looking for something, anything to cram in my mouth. Until we stumbled upon this little gem-

 

I just want to give a little shout out to Jarrid, the guy who lost all that weight eating Subway, because he single-handedly assured Americans that there would always be a Subway on every corner. Even in St. Martinville after 2:00. So, thank you Subway you ensured a much happier family ride home and I didnt have to resort to eating my only childs toes.

Cheers.