I arrived in New Orleans yesterday, but
I may as well have been a zombie. Three solid days of moving boxes
and cleaning out my old place took their toll on my energy. Getting
an hour's rest before waking up at 3:30 for a 6:00 flight didn't help
either. So after arriving at around 3 in the afternoon yesterday I
became a zombie shuffling around the streets of New Orleans.
Our hosts pointed us to a Thai
resteraunt a few blocks away, and Charity, Akira and I walked over.
It's hot and humid, but I don't really mind. I wonder if I will
today having woken up properly? The air conditioning once we came
inside was very welcoming, and the food was good. I tucked away a
huge plate of noodles probably big enough for two, but I think my
body latched on to the familiar flavors. I felt comforted as well
eating real food after having eaten trail mix and almonds the rest of
the day. The resteraunt didn't serve alcohol which struck me as
unusual. Charity and I both wondered if this was how Louisianna does
things. Our waiter clarified that no, most places serve alcohol
alongside food but they'd been burned by regulations and so didn't
serve it any more.
After dinner I we shuffled off to a
local co-op to get some things for breakfast. It was inside a
healing center building and there were some people practicing martial
Tai Chi. Seeing people practice push hands made me feel more at home
too. As we walked back inside the building to the co-op we saw
several badassed skeleton statues including this guy!
Christian signs and symbols are
everywhere and so are Vodoun. Even in business names and branding.
I think "Pray to God" taxi company sends a mixed message:
makes me smile, but I will probably never try them out.
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