I’ve wanted to visit the south my whole life. Call me crazy, but every time I pass the little old house on the bayou at the beginning of the Pirates of the Caribbean ride, I want to jump right out of the boat and swim over to it. Never mind that it’s intended to be creepy, I’ve always wanted to pull up a chair next to that old dude toting a banjo surrounded by animal skins and hang out. Fortunately, now that I’ve actually visited bayous in the south, this urge has subsided (albeit, momentarily).
New Orleans was hands down one of my favorite places we visited on this trip. Better than Disneyland. And I mean that. It was charming, historic, energetic, warm and also a little spooky.
During this portion of the trip we had a third passenger and that was Jason. I mentioned him before when I wrote about North Carolina. He’s the type of person that will be himself in any situation and we are so grateful, because he is an awesome person. We kidnapped him from North Carolina and drove him almost to his home in Albuquerque, New Mexico. We brought him to Austin, Texas and then he took a plane so he could get back in time for school. We were on a mission now and home was in our sights. No more detours.
The three of us had some good times along the way. Gallivanting around Bourbon street like ten year olds, pressed body to body in bars with cheering Saints fans and eating jambalaya next to the Mississippi were highlights. I even stole some balloons and got kicked out of a strip club for doing the YMCA on the stage…I felt a little invincible there. Thankfully (?) there were a lot of other people doing worse.
|Jason and his new favorite tree|
|Martin Luther King Jr.’s church in Alabama|
|black eyed susans|