All good things must come to an end

The mood was somber in the conference center as things wrapped up on Saturday. I had a wonderful dinner at a classic New Orleans restaurant Arnaud's in the French quarter and had one last walk through the city.

In the airport it was easy to spot art teachers reading through supply catalogues and saying goodbye to old and new friends. My suitcase weighed much more than it did when I arrived because of the samples and freebies the vendors generously shared with all of us. I donned my fleece and jacket and boarded my flight ready to head back home where I hope to find that some of the snow has melted,