Traveling full-time teaches you that the road is full of surprises — but nothing prepared me for the overwhelming warmth I experienced in St. Martinville, Louisiana.
When Bella and I pulled in, I was first greeted by Howard’s electrician, who made sure I was settled, level, and connected to power with genuine care. I thought that was Southern hospitality…St. Martinville, Louisiana. What began as a simple Harvest Host stay at Camping on the Bayouquickly became one of the most unforgettable moments of my journey.
But then came the welcome wagon.
A small caravan of smiling faces rolled up — bearing gifts, stories, and pride for their community. Leading the group was Mary from the St. Martinville Chamber of Commerce, radiating warmth, joy, and the kind of kindness that stays with you long after the moment has passed. Standing beside her was Howard’s cousin, Mr. Wiltz, eager to share his family’s deep Louisiana roots. One by one, relatives and locals stepped forward, each making sure I felt not just welcomed, but embraced.
It was a celebration of community — of culture — of what it means to truly open your heart and home to a traveler passing through.
As the evening sun dipped over the bayou and Bella explored the soft grass at my feet, I realized I had just experienced Southern hospitality on an entirely new level. This wasn’t polite or performative — it was real, generous, soulful. The kind of welcome that reminds you why Louisiana is unlike anywhere else on earth.
It wasn’t just a stay.
It was a homecoming — even if just for one night.
And I will never forget it.
