Don't be alarmed. If you're reading my entries in chronological order you may think that I don't beleive in lateral time. Don't worry though, I'm fine. This blog is going to explain what brought me up to going to the church and meeting Kolamo.
Please don't unfasten your safety belts until the plane comes to a complete stop.
It was the same, generic message that you hear on every flight. This one was different though. This time I would be landing in a place I have never been to before. A place where, today, many parts appear to be from the feed the hungry commercials that come on late night television. The difference was, though, that this wasn't Africa or India or any of those places. This was Louisiana.
If you would like to read more about the flood and anger check out Pt.II. The beginning of this trip had all of this, but it was deeply shrouded behind the veil of Bourbon St. partying.
And what a party it was. We happened to have landed amidst a huge celebration. It was the week of the Bowl Series Championship between LSU and OSU. When we first arrived at the airport we were met by a swarm of purple and red shirts. The fans looked like a bag of skittles with only the good colors left. In the middle of this mass was us. The brass band that met us was playing jazz and I the whole time I was thinking to myself, "Now this is the place to be!" This feeling continued as we went downtown and checked out the sights. The thing about New Orleans is that everything you think it is, it is. The party was great. The street was LOADED!. I don't think I've ever seen such a huge age range all with hte same smiles on thier faces. The citizens of New Orleans really do love their homes.
Again, this is my second time writing this story so I'm going to leave it at this. Please, if you get the chance...try a deep fried pickle!!
Nick
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