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!