Guess who’s back?
Back again?
It’s me. I’m back again. New Orleans is a delightful city that is only smelly every once in a while, and Liv and I enjoyed it such that I forgot to take pictures. My mind is my album, I suppose. It’s absolutely bursting with character, which should be expected of a city with Spanish, French, and English culture all smashed together. I won’t write a travel guide, but if you go (and you should), check out the Frenchman District as an alternative to Bourbon Street. The party does not rage quite as hard—even on Monday, Bourbon Street was stuffed with vaguely lost-looking “revelers”—and it’s cleaner and features more interesting music.
Anyways, I dropped off Liv off at the airport, drove back into town, grabbed half a muffuletta (what an exquisite sandwich), and proceeded northeast. Today was about getting back into the groove of travel. Tomorrow, I’ll start the final leg of my journey through the South. Zack is graduating from UNC on the 11th, so I’m heading to Chapel Hill with some detours along the way.
Leaned a new word: muffuletta . Googled it and found a recipe for the sandwich, including the bread. So when you get home, Jake, you can have a turkey dinner and then make a muffuletta . Sounds like I might like it! Just one picture of New Orleans! Sometimes that happens. Stopping to take pictures just gets in the way. Be safe the rest of your journey. Your Dad told me you were thinking of going to Disney World. Then on to Chapel Hill. We will see you there in a little more than a week. We are driving down, taking two days. Stopping in Harrisonburg VA overnight. I’m going to bed now. Love, Grandma