So the past few weeks have been full of travel and adventure. From a semi-spontaneous vacation/pre-bonnaroo adventure in New Orleans to a primitive camping excursion with close friends. It has been glorious and exciting. Staying in one place for more than a week often feels strange now. But flexibility is becoming an everyday thing compared to when I used to have a fairly precise schedule all through out college and earlier years. Alas, change is fascinating.
Here is a collection of photographs from Louisiana. My cousin, Kate, one of my best friends, Bailey and myself all decided to make our Bonnaroo trip an entire week of adventure this year. We loaded up and with our gear in tow we hit the road late on a Saturday night driving straight south to New Orleans, Louisiana. We were accompanied by games of "How many dead armadillos can we find?" along with "Is Tiernae seeing things or was that really the third turtle on the side of the road?" . We stayed in a gorgeous house, owned by the most welcoming and down to earth people. They proved to me that really fresh shrimp is actually delicious and eating real crab is vastly different than that imitation nonsense. Needless to say, we had a blast.
There is still a lot of evidence from the destruction of hurricane Katrina. The city will always be changed because of that event. But just like Boston after the 2013 marathon bombings, New Orleans is a strong city. Boston and New Orleans are both resilient and vibrant cities that have gone through their fair share of tragedies. But it will not cause these cities to crumble. Their deep histories make them strong and they will only continue to prosper, I do strongly believe.
These remains are from an old restaurant that lasted for years and years until Katrina came and washed it away. The remains are almost haunting, I could nearly hear the jazz bands from the 1940's and 1950's filling the docks with sounds from inside the restaurant.
I was persistant about stopping at the famous Café Du Monde to eat some Beignets. They are basically square donuts but crispier and they taste better when you eat them at the original Café because you can hear street musicians right outside the window. You never know who you might meet while at the Café either. As we were enjoying our iced coffee and deliciously fried dough, a group of spunky blue haired story tellers asked if they could sit next to us in the powdered sugar coated Café. Of course we obliged and instantly knew we wanted to stay longer to hear their stories. These six strangers quickly became our friends and started telling us how they met. There were three couples, all of which met a long time ago on a cruise and have been vacationing together ever since. The man in the photo, we dubbed him "donny" even though we never learned his real name, and his wife were from Boston. It was obvious due to their accents. He entertained us the entire time by telling how great of a dancer his wife was (though she shook her head and flirtatiously disagreed the entire time) and he nearly turned the sugar coated floor into a dance floor just to bust a move. He was quite the treat. We ended up over staying our welcome there because plenty of customers were waiting for a table. We just could not depart and miss out on hearing one more fabulous story from our newly found friends. Once we said our goodbyes we wished we would have met them again on the streets of New Orleans or asked them to dinner. Alas, we never saw them again but we talked about how great they were all the way to Bonnaroo.