Savannah, now Athens

Once again, I didn't have the Internet. Damn, damn, damn! I've been in Savannah, and heard all these incredible stories of ghosts and hauntings in the city. Did you know that it was actually build on its dead? Incredible. I always encountered a Greyhound bus that was actually filled to the brim with former prisoners of the state and one that had a redneck and his redneck girlfriend spraying perfume all over the place. But since I didn't have the Internet, I couldn't share those stories with you in full.

Savannah is beautiful though, but so filled with people triple my age. I went to the Telfair Museum, the oldest museum in the south, and I went to one of the graveyards that seemed to have only peope who died in the 1820's... And if you ever read the book (or seen the movie) Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, it's a twice as interesting place to be. Oh, and I saw the place where Forrest Gump once talked about chocolates. And so much more. If one I could tell you all about it, so I'm so over it now (don't worry, the stories will be out when I get back).

I'm kind of glad I'm in Athens now though. There are people my age here. Yesterday I met some people at this quiz thing and they took me to a forest in Athens. Here there was a huge rock that we all climbed on the top of and beneath it was the roaring water. Keep in mind that this was past midnight, but the moon was full so you could still see everything. It was so beautiful and as I sat there, I really did feel at peace with everything. There was a girl in the group from Alaska, and I have never met anyone who loved nature like her. She climbed up everything and by the end of the night she and a girl named Anna decided that I had to go with them tomorrow (which is today) to this lake where there is an island they want to go to. First things first though, so we're going to have breakfast first at this place called The Grit. Perfect timing, since I've wanted to go to that place for a long time - yes, before I came here.

Well, guess that's it for now. Here in Athens I have Internet and I love it. I've come to appreciate that a lot more.

Speaking the old language once again

Just came back from a dinner with a Danish family in Gainesville. Lars took me over to his parents for dinner tonight and suddenly I was speaking my mother tongue. It did seem strange for the first couple of minutes and I really had to struggle to find the words, but hey, after a while it wasn't a problem at all. And can you believe it, Lars' dad spoke Danish so well that I thought he was for a long time. That's extremely impressive (everyone of you foreigners who have ever tried speaking it knows just how much).

Anyway, that's all I wanted to say. It's raining in Florida, but tomorrow Georgia will hopefully show for some better weather...

Gainesville

Gainesville is a really cozy place. It's filled with students and student-conversations. Today I've heard a bunch of them, some of them were completely idiotic, most of them made me want to be friends wit the people having them. But, you know, it's a small college town, so you'd expect that. There's this liberal small town-feel to this place, and I love it.

Last night Lars, the guy I'm staying with while I'm here (thanks to Amanda whom I will call tonight and I am so looking forward to it) drew me the best map ever and repeatedly apologized in advance for Gainesville not being as cool as Copenhagen. As someone half Danish who has been to Copenhagen many, many times, he should know this. But there was no need to apologize for anything at all, because this place is great.

So, sorry, I guess I didn't see any landmarks, but the entire day I just felt so happpy I was here. I seem to have that feeling a lot these days; traveling just makes me feel that way, I guess.

Plus, I rode a bike around town, making me realize how much I miss Olfert, my bike back home.

Miami

Yes, I'm aware that I've not been around for a while and I'm sorry. I didn't have Internet in Miami.

What a crazy place by the way. It was so incredibly hot the night I arrived and everyone was in their MTV-style swimming suit. I've never seen so many blonde girls and beach boys before in my life. It was downright mad! And the beach... wow! The ocean is so freakily bright blue that I would've sworn it was photoshopped if I hadn't seen it myself.

Anyway, on the first day I spent it all in South Beach where I took some pictures of Versace's old mansion, checked out Lincoln Road Mall, got a rose made of leaves from some guy, heard a lot of really bad pick-up lines, thanked Sam a million times in my head for my new haircut that spared me for a lot of torturous heat, walked along the stunning beach, walked along the ridiculous Miami-ish Ocean Drive and got a feel for the craziness. If American cities were a type of music, Miami would be a constant dance beat. Oh, wait a second, it was. Every single store had it blasted through their doors.

The second day I followed a lot of the advice Sam had written down for me. I went downtown and went to the Art Museum for free because I cheated my way in (don't tell anyone) and then sat by the Bayfront to eat the lunch that I had bought at an Indian place called Raja's (another suggestion from the girl from Tallahassee). It was so peaceful.

But you can't spend all day downtown where everyone seemed so hectic, so I went back to South Beach and wrote and wrote and wrote some more on Freckles that I had painfully neglected the day before.

And now I'm in Gainesville after a ten hour stretch in the Greyhound. I even got myself a very specific, handwritten map that I'll try and follow tomorrow. And then I'll write you guys again. I hope not to stay away from a computer for this long again. It sucks.

Tampa

Went to the Aquarium today, but it wasn't what I expected. I guess I wanted there to be these huge crocodiles all over the place and piranhas everywhere you looked, but there was nothing like that. Well, there was a single crocodile hiding from the public and from my touristy perspective (which I must admit I had right then) it was such a shame. And there were lots of kids. Lots and lots of kids!

But then I went to Ybor City which was positively awesome. Many middle-aged tourists seeing what the youth is up to, but also many hipsters who just hung out there. Oh, and I suddenly felt the urge to get a nose piercing, so I did (sorry, mom). On my way back I met a guy that I encountered yesterday called John and he was more than happy about the piercing, so that made me happy too.

Just thought of something funny: I witnessed a fight today between two men who were both selling black market tickets for this big sports event that's supposed to happen tonight. I've never seen such a heated debate about who's working what corner. I think the argument got to its highest level of intensity when one of the men said "yeah, so then we can both go to jail!" while waving his illegal tickets around. I bet they sold a lot standing there screaming at each other.

But, well, despite of everything Tampa is actually pretty cool. So is my new haircut that I'm growing fonder and fonder of. But I do still think of all these things people have told me about the politics of living here, and it's part of me finding this country really worth discussing these days. I've already gotten a much greater insight than I ever had before.

Tampa and politics

I've arrived in Tampa after a rather strange Greyhound trip (are there any other?) where the driver at one point got out of her seat and decided to step into the middle of the isle to yell at some people who were apparently talking about her... and a woman in fron of me feed her pierced one-year old with McNuggets and Pepsi. What is going on here?!

My departure from Tallahasse was absolutely fantastic. I had breakfast with Sam and Sarah and last night Sam decided to cut my hair, so now I have rather short hair. Very anarchistic and very good not to deal with all that hair anymore.On our way to having breakfast Sarah said "this one is for you, Nadia!" and blasted Bright Eyes' First Day of My Life from the speakers. It was decidedly a movie-moment. I hope I see those girls again.

I also heard a story yesterday from Sammie, another girl I met in Tallahassee, that was absolutely tragic and should be heard by everyone who can't decide whether healtcare should or should not be free in tis country. I really am beginning to get this unique insight that I just never got before in all these things. Like this story:

In Tampa a guy breaks into a house. Or rather; he stands on a roof to break into it, falls through some glass, falls on a table, sues the couple living there, wins, gets all their money. Again: what is going on?!

So, after a rather ranting post, I should be going again. Tomorrow I'll hit the aquarium to look at some crocodiles and then Ybor City. Should be good times all around.

Tallahassee

Hi again,

I got slightly tipsy last night in the celebration of St. Patrick's Day together with a girl called Sam and her boyfriend Jeff. First they wanted to go to this place called WarmDaddy's but it was a gigantic frat-fest there and, of course, no one wants to be with the frat-kids. Every sensible person knows that. So finally we ended up in a dive called St. Michael with a lot better crowd. Everyone sort of knew everyone, and embraced people they didn't know. We stayed up talking about Kimya Dawson and Olympia, Washington where the Kimya has a pretty cool thing going on. A real good night. And then I got to celebrate St. Patrick's Day twice. Oh yeah.

But it also resulted in my late awakening this morning, but it's okay. Tallahassee isn't really a happening place. It consist mainly of fashionable adults walking around in fashionable clothes, but I must say there are some nice trees here. Now you all say "yeah, yeah, whatever" but the trees here are to die for, I'm telling you! It doesn't really look like Florida yet (except for the Tallahassee courthouse), but it will, Sam says. She's from Miami and has given me a list of things that I have to see there. I'll keep that.

There's a dinner at her house tonight. Actually that's where I am right now. I've been writing a lot in Freckles, too, and will soon already reach 200 pages. I'll catch you guys later when I'll be in Tampa. Tallahassee would be pretty dull is I hadn't met some cool people here. These cool kids seem to be everywhere!

St. Patrick's Day in Tallahassee

Don't have much time today, but I can just tell you guys that I am now in Tallahassee and am going out for St. Patrick's Day, even though I thought I already did that in New Orleans...

There was a woman in the Greyhound who kept complaining to the driver that people was talking. Strange.

And Florida looks so beautiful when you drive through it. Hope it stays that way...

I'm sorry that I'm not writing more. I have to get out my green dress!

Mobile, Alabama

Yesterday I went to dinner at this seafood place where the people who worked there seemed to have an awful time. I was so happy I wasn't one of them. Anyway, it was recommended to me by an elderly lady who worked at the Mardi Gras museum and so I went. But then again, she also told me to go to tis historic museum, which I did, and it bored me to tears (actually it almost did since I was yawning the entire time). I supposed it would be a riot if I was really into 1980's arcitecture, but I'm really not.

What is interesting to me, however, is Mobile itself. It's a small town that quickly goes from being delightfully cozy to depressingly poor. On the cozy side there are little shops and folks with that southern, distinctive accent that I love, but on the porr side there are no people, only occasional sidewalks and a lot of shattered glasses and run-down houses. That being said, this is the most "typical" southern place I've been so far. I've never been to the south before, so I don't know what typical actually indicates, but Mobile seems to parallel everything I always thought the south would be. And I love it a little bit. As long as I don't get into those places where there are no sidewalks...

Leaving New Orleans and arriving in Mobile

I left New Orleans today. What a sad experience. Yesterday I thought I was doing nothing until Matt decided that that wasn't the case. So instead of reading and sleeping or whatever I was going to do, I had dinner at his place (crab salad is better than good, I can tell you that) after which we plastered a lot of things of his wall. Weird, but fun and I never wanted to leave a place less than NOLA. On the bus I was so incredibly sad, yet really happy that not only had I gotten to know New Orleans, but Matt as well - he is definitely worth knowing. He lived above a bookstore and when they closed he could just go downstairs and read. That was incredible. Anyway, I fell asleep on his couch and suddenly it was 8am and we both had to head out the door.

So now I'm in Mobile, Alabama - the place who invented the Mardi Gras (it wasn't New Orleans as you might think). In the taxi on my way here the cab driver hurried to tell me the story of the event. Did you know it all started out with some drunk guys making noise with cow bells? That's truly Mardi Gras. Anyway, I went to this museum about it and the lady in there got o excited when she heard I was visiting from Denmark. She hurried to get a map of Mobile and suggested places for me to eat. But most of all she warned me about the crime. "It's a good things it's getting dark so late" she said. "Cause you don't want to wander out here after dark". Well, I don't intend to. The last days I've had about 5-6 hours of sleep every nights so I'm pretty bombed (even though I can't feel it right now... it'll come).

But Mobile seems like a pretty cozy place in the daytime, and I'm glad I'm here instead of Birmingham. Good choice.

Last day in New Orleans

I've been eating beignets all day but it's all part of my way of saying goodbye to New Orleans. I can't believe it's been a week. It feels like just one, long day. But I am exhausted. I am so tired and look forward to Alabama where things are less, well, alive. New Orleans certainly is. It breathes. It has a life of its own.

I went out last night on Frenchmen Street and got home a lot later than I anticipated. It was Saint Patrick's Day and I had been talked into going out by a friend of a friend by the name of Matt and his friends Adrian and Bethany. I'm glad I went. We had the best time and it's been a while since I laughed so much as I did last night. Especially when we encountered a man who immediately ran over to us and said, in a thick German accent, "I am on KETAMINE!" He was. Most certainly. Besides I got to talk about the book I'm reading right now which gave me such relief. My point is that last night had a little bit of everything and I said goodbye with a certain bravado.

Tonight it'll be different. After all, I have to get up early tomorrow (yes, I can sometimes appear to be an old lady) so I can catch the bus. It's time for me to go.

Carrousel Gardens

First of all there was something I forgot to tell you yesterday. It's really just a minor thing, but a good example of how my travels are; that I am not only sightseeing, but truly experiencing the land as well (if that makes any sense at all). As you might have heard (I can't remember if I ever wrote it here) Rachel has a jukebox where she's written down the songs that she's willing to perform to the crowd. This is not a tiny jukebox. It is a monster of carton, tape and just plain weird things. And it's heavy. Well, yesterday began with her getting the idea that she wanted to carry it down to the Mississippi River and she couldn't carry it alone. I don't want to carry that ever again. New Orleans is outrageously hot in the sun these days and it was hell. But when we got there I realized that I was standing right by the Mississippi River and that just brightened everything right up.

Well, today I also walked. Actually I walked so much today that I'm not sure I'll be up to much good tomorrow. My feet are begging me for a break. I started the day by going to a voodoo shop. A real one. There was none of that touristy stuff in there. In other words: everything in there was the real deal. It was a lot more inspiring to be in there than any of these other places, I'll tell you that. Afterwards I went to lunch at a place called Willie Mae's Scotch House. It's so loved by the locals that they all worked to get it back together after Katrina struck. The atmosphere was pure Louisiana, but the food was mediocre.

The most fascinating part of the day, though, was Carrousel Gardens that seems to never be open to the public. Everything inside is intact which makes it both eerie and dazzling to look at through the gate. You remember the amusement park in Zombieland? It was exactly like that one minus the living dead who wanted to feed on brains all the time. I just wished I could've walked around inside instead af having to look at it from outside the gate.

Oh wait, yesterday I also saw a car halfway inside a souvenir shop. A real life car crash right on Decatur. Things so certainly happen here.

Quiet day in NOLA

Today was a pretty quiet day in Louisiana. Yesterday I went to see a brass band late at night at something called Candlelight Lounge, and I'm telling you, it was crazy. It was just like you'd expect New Orleans to be; wild dancing and loud jazz. An absolute riot and thrill. I always thought that everyone exaggerated the NOLA spirit, but let me be the first one to tell you: they don't!

So... this morning I was a little tired from the events of the night, and spent the morning doing laundry while I read the last pages of Marc Acito's Attack of the Theatre People. Pretty good, but then I needed another book. So I went down St. Charles Avenue and got a book on Columbine, which - as most of you know - something that I'm way too interested in. Afterwards I wrote a gazillion pages of Freckles in a cafe on Royal Street and all of a sudden it was 9pm!

So it was pretty quiet and an amazing day. I loved just walking around in New Orleans and hanging around. I really needed that after three days of intense sightseeing.

Voodoo and live performance at Frenchmen

I woke up way too late this morning (I blame it all on New Orleans where staying up the whole night is practised by most) and took the streetcar to Uptown where I walked down Magazine Street. Just like everyone else I heard that New Orleans was a scary place. Everyone disappears there, people told me. You will get mugged, someone else said and so on. I just don't see where all this is taking place.

However, there is something eerie in the NOLA air. It's like every book Anne Rice ever wrote; something is in atmosphere here and it's hard to describe it. It might be the hundreds of beads that people have thrown all over the trees or it might be the churches that announce that there will be a voodoo service this Saturday. It could be the fact that everyone here seems to have a tremendous respect for priestess Miriam, or that people visit the grave of Marie Leveau and ask her to fulfill their wishes. Something is definitely here.

Yesterday I went to Frenchmen St late at night with a French girl named Rachel who has made a jukebox where people can choose the songs shown (she wrote them al down on a cardboard box) and she will perform them. The reason why is this: Rachel wants to go to Mexico, but she doesn't have enough money for the trip and this is the best way she knows how. It was pretty cool though and taxis even stopped to give her money. She made ten bucks in less than an hour. Not bad. However, that was the exact amount she just spent having dinner with me some hours earlier, so I guess it kind of evened out that way.

Take care until next time!

New Orleans, I love you

I feel like writing a love poem to New Orleans. I feel like dancing in the streets here, and I feel like being a vampire by the sore pleasure of being here. New Orleans is nothing like the rest of the US. It's like the Caribbean or the southern version of some gothic fairytale. It's the reason I feel slightly more poetic than usual and I have such a long time here. Thank goodness for that.

Went through the French Quarter today. The day began awfully as the rain felt down in strides and the thunder just went on and on, but it ended (tomorrow it will not end, however, says the smart guys) and out I went. And everywhere I went it was amazing - except for Bourbon Street where it's just strip joints, bad food and t-shirts. And drunk fratboys every second of the day.

Tonight I'll be going out to Frenchmen Street with a very flamboyant gay guy, his gay (but not flamboyant) friend and a French 18-year old girl who doesn't have enough money to get to Mexico (so she's "stuck" here... there are worse places to be stuck).

And now I am hungry, so I think I'll have some food. What will it be... Gumbo? Po'Boys? Muffaletta? Jambalaya? Or maybe some of the other delicious food they have here in NOLA?

NOLA

Back in Denmark I have a friend who's going through some hard times, and she was on my mind as I went through the Mississippi landscape and Louisiana swamps getting to New Orleans. I was listening to Scout Niblett's album, This Fool Can Die Now and somehow felt some sort of relief for my friend; as if the intensity of the music and the savage beauty of the swamps helped her through me. That's what the road can do to you.

I went on the Amtrak rather than Greyhound getting there. What a difference! It'll be so difficult getting back on that bus now! Not only was it a LOT more comfortable, but the best part was that it wasn't necessarily a sketchfest like Greyhound can sometimes be.

So now I'm here in New Orleans, and it's just the best place so far. Hands down the best place. I got to go to an apartment where the resident used to live in Denmark (and spoke it too, so rare!), ate amazing (AMAZING!) gumbo this evening, saw Anne Rice's old house (that place is more than beautiful), saw a voodoo temple where no one is supposed to go and, yes, saw Bourbon Street. Tomorrow I'll be hanging around the French Quarter, and today there has just been so many things happening. All of the above had a great impact on my day, but going through them all would just take so much time. Maybe tomorrow.

Until then,

be nice!

Bellhaven

Today I went to the neighborhood of Bellhaven in Jackson, MS, and it was incredibly lovely. I was driven there by a cab (let me just say I didn't hail it, it basically hailed me and I couldn't resist). Ashley had told me that there would be lot of shops around and when I didn't see any (but plenty of beautiful Southern houses) I asked the only people I saw: two women out for their weekly walk. One was a little older than the other, and when I told them that I wasn't from around here, they decided to change their walking pattern, and walk me to the more exciting street instead. We introduced ourselves and I found out that the younger one was named Sarah, while the older woman was Val. We talked and suddenly Val said "Nadia, what do you think of God?" Oh no. This is the conversation I don't want to have, but somehow it gives a better insight of the mentality of the South and it was interesting to hear the opinions of the two women. I might not be a Christian or religious at all (and I'm sure that I will never be), but somehow all these people that I've met so far make me a more tolerant person. It's like this: as long as people respect that I have no belief, I respect them. As long as they don't try to convert me. Thankfully, Sara and Val didn't try, and instead I experienced some of that Southern hospitality that is so famous.

Well, I walked around the neighborhood for a while, and I am so in love with the houses of the south. When I got back to downtown Jackson I understood why Ashley had wanted me to see Bellhaven. Downtown was a ghost town. There was no one. But it was hot. Mississippi is one warm state, and finally I'm able to get out my sandals and pack those Converse away.

On a final note, Amanda, the cool Vegas-lady, got me a place to stay in Gainesville! Hooray!

Jackson

Arrived in Jackson and wow, it was so NICE to be transported. Ashley and I had such a good time driving from Memphis to Jackson and I got a good picture of the sunset. Or well, maybe it was a picture of the window of the car instead, but it appeared to be good. On the way we stopped in Winona, MS, and there was some real rednecks around. Interesting...

Before that I went to Sun Studio and did stand where Elvis once stood. I didn't feel the sensation, but a bunch of other people did, so good for them. Otherwise it was actually quite interesting, and Sam Phillips sure was a cool dude and he did have a great taste in music. Some of the people in the studio (paid visitors such as myself) did the jitterbug every time they had a chance, and that's exactly how good music can inspire.

So now I'm in Jackson. I'm not sure what to here, but I'm sure I'll think of something. Maybe I'll go to the coolest place here which is something called Bellefont (?). Ashley told me it was the shizz, so when I venture out that's where I'll go.

Until then... have fun in the cold (that's one for you people in Denmark). It's nice and warm here.

Last day in Memphis

Wanted to go to Mud Island yesterday, but it was closed. Bummer. Instead I went to all the must-sees downtown like Beale Street, the Peabody Hotel, Sun Studio etc. I will visit the latter again today for an actual tour and Ashley says that I can even stand where Elvis once did. Wow (that's supposed to be slightly ironic by the way). She's taking me to Jackson today, but I can just make the tour.

She also took me to a thrift store yesterday where I spent ten bucks and got a t-shirt, a blouse, a dress and a skirt. Ten bucks! That's so crazy. While we were there I told her about my church experience in Oklahoma, and she told me that once she was one of the stout believers. I know you haven't met this girl, but you would definitely not be able to tell. Today she can't stand any of that stuff, and I think it made her feel good to hear that I couldn't either.

In the evening we both went to the Hi-Tone and saw this lady called Scout Niblett. I'm so happy I went. That music was so amazing. It's been a long time since I had such a good live music experience. Scout Niblett rocks all the way, and I'm definitely a new fan. Besides the Hi-Tone was everything I thought it would be and I'm just glad I went.

I'll talk to you guys later. Jackson calls and if I want to get anything done, I better get going. Don't want to miss that car ride...

Good things happen when you're in Memphis

Change of plans. Yesterday I went to another dive bar with Will and Ashley (they have a ton here in Mmephis and I love it!), where she mentioned that she was going to Jackson to visit her mom who lives there. After a while she stopped speaking and asked if I weren't going there? Yes, I was. Well, didn't I want a ride? Absolutely! So tomorrow I'll be going to Jackson and then hit off to New Orleans for two extra days than I thought. Score!

Also, earlier I talked about my jeans which are about to fall completely apart. Turns out that Ashley had three jeans she was going to hand over to goodwill anyway, and didn't I want them? Absolutely! Double-score! Today she's taking me shopping to what she says is the best thrift store in Memphis, so that's super awesome.

So I guess I'll speak to you guys later. I'm heading off for some downtown Memphis, some blues history at Sun Studios and some music at the Hi-Tone tonight.

Graceland

Graceland was so much fun, bot boy, am I tired of Elvis now! That dude had no class whatsoever, but I guess he seemed like a pretty decent dude. I've always been more of a Lisa Marie fan, so every time there was picures of her I became the fangirl, everyone around me was all the time (except for the guys, who were obviously not girls). Well, Graceland was not as big as I imagined, but definitel as tacky. And all over they played Elvis tunes. I don't know, I don't think I could ever get into that. And then that's all I have to say abut that. Everything else has been said already, and let's face it: Graceland isn't the real Tennessee or the real America either. It's just an entertaining abstract.

However, they did have a pretty fifties diner there, and for one who loves (loves!) diners that was pretty awesome.

The scary part was when I came back though. For some reason there were no people on the street. Maybe Memphis is a night town, but to see lights and shops for no one kind of freaked me out. Hopefully there'll be people tomorrow when I'll actually walk around those streets.

And then I realized this morning that Memphis is one of the top five crime capitals of the States. Will told me that I should stay away from Poplar, so I'll never ever go there. Ever. Just the fact that crime is high here is enough to frighten a European like me.

Danish= Dutch

I found myself with a litle time this morning, so I gues I should put it to good use. I'm catching the free shuttle to Graceland in a couple of hours, because if I don't I'm going to have such trouble with a friend when I get back home...

So I went out to dinner last night and if Memphis is like this place this will be a good experience. It was like a dive just a lot bigger than those tend to be. And you know how I love a place like that. But actually Memphis already seems way cool. And I gotta tell you, after Little Rock it's nice to be in a bigger city. However, if you ever do get to the capital of Arkansas, you should def go to the River Market. Or the main street of North Little Rock. I really liked it there.

So when I was leaving Arkansas to go here, there were no more seats on the bus and I had to wait four hours for the next one. I went into a cafe where one of the employees were Dutch. Of course I had to ask him if people ever thought he was Danish. You see, people can seem to grasp the idea of Denmark as a country around here and always believe I'm Dutch. Funnily, he said that people always thought he was from Denmark. We both thought that was pretty funny, and so the time went quickly before I got on the next bus where I sat next to someone who felt it necessary to sing aloud to the rap on his ipod. Oh, Greyhound.

Little Rock and a little bit of Memphis in there

Sorry everyone, but I've been so busy having American fun that I haven't had time to write here...

Okay, so I was in Little Rock where i met this awesome lady, Julie, who took me around to see the cool places. I had diner with her and some friends in the evening where we ended up talking about horror movies and high school - mainly because I was going to Central High the very next day to see a high school for myself. 

So you guys might not think that it's a big deal to see a school, but for me that's like the most awesome thing. I mean: lockers! Lockers are cool, right? No? Okay, I think so and I took so many pictures of them while I was there. And the posters. Wow. There are a lot of American teenagers who are just dying to be president for whatever, and a lot of them are blue-eyed blonde girls. My favourite though, was the one that had a picture of a girls embracing some guy (read= smothering) and above the picture it said: vote for (his name) 'cause he's my boyfriend! Ha-ha, great. Don't worry, there's a picture of it. It's so bad it's awesome. 

Anyway, I also met a guy called Jake and somehow he thought it would be a good idea if we hitched a ride with some crackheads. They ended up asking us for money (because of the ride) which was disturbing. But once we got out the door it was very entertaining and a good story to tell Jake's friends when we went to dinner with them in the evening. But anyway, that's a really long story and I'm in Memphis right now, so I don't have the time. But I'll totally tell you about it when I get back!

So Little Rock was cool, but it was mainly because of the people I met. The played country music all over the place and everyone seemed to be a Lucero fan (especially Julie, yeah!)

I promise to keep you guys more posted. I just went to dinner with a guy called Will and a girl called Ashley and they are also super-duper rad. Good times.