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.