So my time in Natchez is almost over – in fact this is my last full week. Next week my mom’s coming in on Wednesday so I”m taking a 1/2 day off to pick her up from the Jackson airport (and I’m driving the highway by myself… bet you guys never thought you’d hear me say that! Wish me luck!). Thursday I’m taking the whole day off so we can go to St. Francisville – I want her to see The Myrtles Plantation, see if she can sense anything there cause it’s supposedly one of the most haunted places in America, but my friend Mary down here said it’s not that good… we’ll see. There’s also apparently a great gift shop there as well as some other cool houses so I thought that’d be a perfect day trip. I also want her to meet my friends so I may take her to The Vue on Thursday so she can meet Darian and everybody. Friday I’ll be working in the morning but taking the afternoon off to show her Natchez. And we head back Saturday. It’s funny, for weeks I was like “get me out of here!’ and now that I’ve kinda gotten used ot it I’m like “aww do I really have to leave?” Although still not to the point that I want to be here permanently.
So looking over my past posts I realized I never wrote about Vicksburg. That was SUCH a cool trip – we saw the U.S.S. Cairo and the Vicksburg National Military Park. I’m not normally a military person but this was really well done and I loved it. I also loved Vicksburg – it’s bigger than Natchez, about 50,000 versus the MAYBE 20,000 in Natchez. Doesn’t sound like much but that’s JUST big enough to feel the difference and I just really prefer the size of Vicksburg. But I like the look of natchez better. Go figure.
This weekend Christina and I went to New Orleans. Now THERE’S a city I could easily live in – I absolutely love New Orleans, especially the French Quarter. It’s funny, I remember falling in love iwth it when we went down for the Katrina mission trip, then I went to Paris and it was my favorite city in Europe… connection?? Maybe!
Anyway here’s the story on New Orleans. Chris and I left at about 10, went through Baton Rouge (which I did not like that route, it’s crazy and confusing) and then took the Great River Road so we could see plantations. We ate at The Cabin, which is a restaurant in a bunch of old slave cabins and the oldest black school in Louisiana. the food was really good. Then we drove past a bunch of plantations – I got pics of St. Joseph and Oak Alley, and we went into Laura, which was a Creole plantation that has actually mainly been run by women. I LOVED that place, it was the coolest story!! I won’t go into it here cause it takes a while but a cool connection is after the last woman Laura (her dad renamed the plantation after her to guilt her into running the plantation and the sugar and wine businesses) moved to St. Louis and lived in the Central West End. Cool!
So we finally get to New Orleans at about 4:30 (LA backroad highways are not well marked at all) and we try to go straight to our hotel… we finally get to our hotel room at about 6 cause we got off on the wrong exit cause it was super confusing, AND our hotel was not well marked at all. It’s a small 6 inch plaque with black lettering on a building underneath an auning… we kept driving around and around and around looking for it! Finally we found a place to park, walked, and I called the hotel to find out where they are. After that we walked around the French Quarter which is BEAUTIFUL! We also went to Bourbon Street, went to a blues club, had a drink, I got a horny gator (it’s a drink on Bourbon street – I figured Katherine Heugatter HAD to get a Horny gator 🙂 ), and then headed home. Neither of us are big partiers and looking at Bourbon Street I realized that if I had gone there my senior year of college or with a bunch of my more party-type friends it’d be one thing, but where I am at the moment it’s just not my scene…
So we get back to the hotel, I’m pretty much out immediately. Sleeping peacefully till I hear yelling in the hall… at 5 A.M. Laughing and talking and “Charlie!!”. Then I hear a siren… it’s a fire alarm… at 5 AM. Lovely. We finally get back, I’m trying to sleep, and some more drunk people come in, laughing, talking loud, yelling, etc. A girl across the hall comes out and starts yelling at them. Needless to say I’m just thinking “SHUT UP!” in my head. But I finally get back to sleep. That was a fun experience…
The next morning Chris and I got up, went to a place around the corner for breakfast (our hotel was fine for a night but def not the place to stay for a while – not well marked, small room, couldn’t get the showerhead to work so we both took baths, 5 AM fire alarm wake up calls, and no continental breakfast), then went to the National World War II museum. That was REALLY well done! My favorite part was the 1/2 hour video they showed – it was a documentary, but there was no narration, just all vetrans with maybe 1 historian telling their stories. I don’t think there was a dry eye in the house, I know I teared up.
After that it started to rain so we stopped in at a cafe, had lunch (which took 15 minutes to make my only OK panini… rediculous!), then did a walking tour of the French Quarter. Finally we went to the Cabildo and then headed home. Overall lots of fun.
OH and while in the French Quarter on my first night I went to a psychic in front of Jackson Square – I figured I was only in New Orleans once, hey why not. I personally felt she hit the nail on the head on a lot of stuff… but then she told me to go home and have sex… I laughed a LOT at that.
K gotta go, lunch time!