We are not quite at Virginia's ancestral home (actually, shack), but we're as close as possible. Edwin found a cabin for the night in Breaux Bridge, on Bayou Teche. Virginia's mother spent her earliest, happiest years in her grandfather's home in Kinder, LA.
VA's great-grandfather was a sharecropper on a rice plantation and lived more in the plains of Louisiana than in Bayou country, but this is still pretty close to the same architectural style (known as "vernacular").
It is an environment that suits her.
And to add to the increasing lists of absolutely right choices Edwin has made, it turns out that we are at the epicenter of Cajun culture. We are at the Bayou Cabins run by the Cracklin King, who makes the best boudin sausage and pork cracklins (most of the Remsbergs preferred his pecan pralines, however). We are later told that the Cracklin King's kitchen is something of a pilgrimage for some Cajuns, who must visit it at least once in their lifetime to enter heaven.
