I Know What I Want to Be When I Grow Up!

I made my way to the Visitor Center, then got a tour of Pueblo Bonito. Glad I did this. I learned lots about the Chacoan Culture. Afterwards I took a 7.6mile hike, which was well marked, and I loved most of it. I went through a canyon, saw great overviews of the ruins, saw different ruins, crazy stairs, and more. It was chilly and windy but the sun was out.

So messed up that people would vandalize the petroglyphs. I’m glad their families had to pay $7,000.

I think it’s silly that they are preserving the ruins in the manner they are. Ruins should be left as ruins and return to the earth. They could excavate other sites on the premises of Chaco Canyon then put outer layers on the walls and water tubing.

I think it’s crazy that no one knows anything about this culture, yet they speculate. I now want to be a time traveler in order to see it all before we got here.

I love that back in the 40’s they paid a photographer to wait for the wall to fall and he missed it. It’s like the Universes way of saying, some things are private. Hehehehe

I then drove another 20 miles on a crazy unpaved road to get out of the park without back tracking.

Once back in civilization, sort of, I made my way to Arizona. I just made it over the border and stopped for the night in Window Rock the middle of Navajo Country. They have a garden and are playing Navajo music and rustic furniture. I also got to have Navajo food. It was strange and not traditional, but western influenced.

I then unsuccessfully tried to find a pumus stone. Tomorrow I will do Navajo stuff and be on my way. Before I went to bed I got a call to make sure I got settled in alright. That’s some Navajo service.

Thoughts:

It’s sad to see all the reservation land with Catholic, Jehovah Witness, Mormon, and other religions churches.

Native Americans decorate their gravesites pretty. Unless a holiday just happened that I don’t know about.

Once I turned into Gallup I saw a TON of hitchhikers, all Navajo or Native American. They lined the road and held out money. It made me sad. Then I saw one old guy in the middle of nowhere holding out money. He made me sadder.

There are stray dogs everywhere on reservation land.

I like Taos

I made my way to the Taos Pueblo not knowing what to expect. It’s a town that has been continuously inhabited for over 1000 years. That’s cool. I did not want to pay the extra 6 dollars just to take pictures, so they are in my head. Most people live outside the pueblo in the reservation so they can have electricity and water. I felt bad going into the store knowing I wouldn’t buy anything. For that I skipped a few.

I then drove over the Rio Grande Gorge Bridge to get to the Earthship World Headquarters. Not really knowing what it was. I am so glad I went here and learned about it. Many who live there think the world is going to end so they have these sustainable houses. I think others are just green. The girl in the visitor center was from CT and if I ever get a home I want an Earthship Biotecture Green Home (except I won’t call it an earthship). You can grow bananas in the winter.

I went back to the bridge for some pictures and made my way out of Taos. Before I got to Chaco I had to pass over a very narrow dam and drive on 16miles of unpaved road. Costa Rica style.

I made it to Cahco at 5:30pm. Just after the Visitor Center closed. I got some water, set up in the campground and tried to pass the evening. I made a few small fires, took a small walk, then got cold. Luckily the camp hostess was nice and brought me fire wood and info on the park.


Thoughts:

I was very close to a town called San Cristobal. That was my site in Peace Corp.

The mixture of Spanish and Native American in very interesting and strange.

I met a couple from Canada, very nice, and the woman had spirit guides that she communicated with. How do I communicate with mine?

I need to be more outgoing and ask people’s names. I feel funny that others ask me first.

When I was on the bridge two 18wheelers passed by and the bridge shook. Creepy.

I went through the snow covered mountains of New Mexico.

In the middle of the mountains I passed a house with an Israeli flag.

Cattle

The 28th

I said goodbye to Anna and El Burque. Before I left I went to an organic co-op and walked around the Nobb Hill area, or something like that.

Santa Fe was a little hard to get around but very cool. It’s so old and surrounded by beautiful mountains. Unfortunately I do not like to shop or have the money to buy art so it wasn’t the town for me. I couldn’t find the small Georgia O’Keefe Museum so I treated myself to lunch at The Shed, which has been open continuously for over 50 years by the same family. I then went to Kakawa Chocolate House for THE BEST hot chocolate drink ever. The woman let me try a few different kinds and told me about an awesome hike. Unfortunately I could not find the hike so I made my way out of town. It’s a great city but one that I would like to visit with someone.

I luckily found the high road to Taos and slowly winded my way to Taos. I got to see beautiful scenery, a cool old church from 1700’s, and really neat small mountain towns.

Wow there is so much art all through northern New Mexico. I think I would stop at more places if I weren’t alone and in the mind set to actually purchase something.

I arrived in Taos and wasn’t really sure what to do. Luckily I found the Visitor Center. They always lay it out right for me. I walked around the art area of Taos and learned a little about this historic town. I was very tired so tomorrow I will see more cool stuff.

The 27th

I got caught up on phone calls, played with kitties, and met Dream. I also got to learn the local slang of New Mexico and now understand their food. Anna and I had lunch at a restaurant where no one spoke English. We made our way to a farm where I got to play with all kinds of animals. I held a baby mini goat and helped feed ponies.

We ended the night seeing Tangled for only two dollars. I LOVE dollar theaters and it was so nice to hang out with the other gringa in the United States.

I wanted to see downtown all lit up like the old 66 BUT the APD had all the treets closed off that I wanted to see. Oh well.

Don’t know how I feel about the American Southwest. It’s pretty, but so different.

The 26th

Weather in Albuquerque is great so I spent the day walking around. Not much to do in this city BUT Route 66 is well preserved here and I loved walking Central Street downtown.

Once Anna got back we headed to Frontier for a yummy yummy burrito. This place was recommended to me and it did not let me down. We had a picnic by the duck pond on the UNM campus then made our way to Anna’s friends house so I could play with animals. The bird was beautiful but a little scary.

ZigZag

Left Alamagordo. Drove the scenic way through Ruidoso. Stopped at Billy Kid Visitor Center. Met very nice trendy hippie woman whose daughter and I have a lot in common.

Made my way to Roswell. It smells there. Went to UFO Museum and Research Center. Roswell smells. Not sure where on stand on Aliens.

Back down route 70 to 380. Stopped in Lincoln. Met an amazing 85 year old woman. LOVED Lincoln and learned a lot about town an Billy The Kid. Possibly the best preserved Western town. Learned about the Lincoln War.

All the small towns so far seems sleepy. Even the cities are slower. Maybe it’s the heat and wind.

Drive to Albuquerque. Anna, the other gringa, made me dinner, we laughed, and I relaxed.

Thoughts:

I saw a road runner run across the road. I only knew what it was by how it ran resembled the cartoon.

There are lots of Pecan Farms.

It seems to be all older people and a few families in rural areas. Where is my generation taking over the farm?

What on earth is a safety corridor? If people didn’t speed anywhere New Mexico wouldn’t need them.

There are lots of Casino’s in rural areas. As well as a very large Hard Rock Café Casino and Hotel.

Women are extremely friendly and nice in New Mexico where the men are a little strange.

Majesticness

I woke up early to hit the road but couldn’t leave without saying goodbye to my new friends. On the way out of town I saw a cool RV painted with Million Dollar Raodtrip on the side and lots of toys. I was tempted to turn around and ask their deal but later looked it up online. I don’t think my roadtrip would need to cost a million dollars.

After only about half an hour on the road I passed a Prada. Yes Prada “store” in Marfa. Now this was something worth turning around for. It was a store front in the middle of nowhere. Other than the fact I wanted to clean it’s windows it looked official. It would have been more surprising if I had not read about it awhile back. Later I learned Its actually an art project and all biodegradable. Expect the shoes and purses which were all part of the 2005 collection. The artist thought vandals would get them before the building goes back to the earth. I think that’s explains Marfa well. Corky artists, Prada, and no theft.

I then made the dry drive out of Texas. Before I left though I was driving though the Guadalupe National Park and had to stop. Not wanting to hike I watched a very slow 12 minute video instead. I don’t think I like dry, arid, landscape. I’m more of a lush, green girl.

Out of the park and on to another. I made it to Carlsbad Caverns around 1 and all tours had been sold out. Which I was fine with. I got a self guided tour, and audio tour, and made my way to the Natural Entrance. I am SO glad I did the natural entrance. I have no idea why it closes at 2pm, maybe for the bats, but I HIGHLY recommend this. Yes it’s a mile downhill but that mile is paved with handrails. I enjoyed this part more than the cave itself.

The Big room is just that, big. I almost got bored. It’s great that the cave is accessible to everyone but its take away from the wildness of a cave. Also, aren’t the man made paths affecting the caves natural growth? So, I gave my audio tour thing to a family and walked the next mile quickly. Don’t get me wrong, it was cool and I love being in caves, but smaller more wild tours are much, much better.

The information lady explained in detail the difference between caves and caverns and told me not to miss Alamagordo. While looking at maps in the car I was hoping the person with the another CT license plate would appear before I took off. No such luck so I made the long drive Alamagordo. At one point I wanted to turn around because it was so flat and felt like forever. At least I got to talk to Sam until I lost service.

Once in the Lincoln National Forest, not sure where the forest was, the scenery started to pick up. I went through the small ski town of Cloudcroft but did not stop. I should have checked out the neat old general store but was on a roll, literally. The hills were windy and on a 7% grade. It almost reminded me a little of Alaska. There was even small spots of snow still on the ground. Who knew you could ski in New Mexico.

Luckily the time zone thing was on my side. I made it to White Sands National Monument before the sunset. It’s strange they are in the middle of a missile range but so worth it. I climbed a dune, had a picnic dinner, and watched the sun set. Now this place is majestic. So beautiful and unique. I am fortunate to have seen it and not turned around. I think I could have spent more time hiking here but the park was closing, and once that sun went behind the mountain it sure got chilly. The dunes are a must see, and would be a wonderful date!

Thoughts from the Road:

There is an un-manned blimp outside Marfa that monitors border crossing movement. Neat and creepy.

The lady who lives behind the Inn has her own plane liner and flies in and out. She’s in her 70’s.

The art studios look closed in Marfa. On my way out of town I saw two more.

Thanks for your suggestions to how to deal with bums.

I’m bummed there was no welcome to New Mexico sign.

The road up to Carlsbad Caverns is the Southwest’s version of Mount Washington. Just not as scary or cool.

Gas prices are high in NM and getting higher. Sad face.

I realized there was a water drop on the lens of my camera and you can see it in many of my photos. Big sad face.

Work Day

Today I worked. Yes, actually worked. Last night I made friends with the managers of the Inn and they expressed they needed some help because they were short handed. In the morning they joked about me staying but, I took off. I made it two minutes out of town, called dad, and turned around.

Why not stay and help? They are nice people, I am in no hurry, and I could see more of Marfa.

The washer at the hotel was broken so we made a few trips to the laundry mat. The laundry mat in Marfa is also a coffee shop and ice cream parlor. I still have yet to figure out Marfa. The locals are helping me to understand, but it may take more than two nights. I met a great woman from Maine who has home near Big Bend. She was helpful in explaining how this small art town in West Texas has ties to NY and Hollywood. It also has a famous food truck which she encouraged me to try.

I did a ton of laundry. Which is nice to know how clean Riata Inn is. I hope other hotels are like this. You can tell Tracy and Rick take care of the place and want it to be its best. When downtown I walked around the main street, only slightly got a feel for the art colony, and checked out the Historic Hotel Paisano. I made a friend at the laundry mat, folded towels, and then put them in rooms.

It’s a lot of work to clean 20 rooms and I can’t believe Tracy and Rick did it all by themselves for awhile. At 6 something pm we finished up with the work. Tracy and Rick wanted to treat me to dinner for helping. I told them letting me stay the night was plenty but they insisted. They are such nice people that I don’t mind helping out for a day and getting to know them and their town. I also learned some new trivia. We rode to Mondos in a red 1967 Barracuda with the top down. I got to meet their daughter, who has a great personality like them, and we headed back to the hotel to relax. Well, at least I relaxed.

Even though I got to see the Mystery Lights last night I went to go again. Here I met a man who grew up in Marfa but now lives in Fort Worth. He has made a hobby of studying the lights and literally wrote the book on them. He was very helpful but made me questions whether what I saw last night were the actual lights. Tonight they were not out, which was a bummer, and who knows if I really saw them last night. I think so. They squiggled and split. I didn’t see that with the headlights tonight. I did see the red glow of a large fire. Tracy and Ricky are volunteer fire fighters and got the call around 1pm that there was a canyon fire. At 11pm I could still see it burning! Oh Marfa Mystery lights.

The side of the Alamo Wall Smells Like Pee

I made my way to San Antonio and looked for a place to park near the Alamo. Not wanting to pay 15 bucks for a few hours I found a place for $2.50. It literally pays to be patient. My patience came in handy again at night.

The Alamo was cool, free, and crowded. I am glad I saw it even though I chose to skip the Mission Tour. The Mission driving tour would have been cool but I was done with cities. After a nice walk on the Riverwalk and around the beautiful city it was time to head out.

I made the 6 hour drive to Fort Davis knowing it would be closed. Man this drive was desolate until I got to Fort Stockton area. Sometimes you can enter the National Parks after their visitor center closes and that’s what I was hoping for. Fort Davis was very large and looked interesting, but will have to wait for another trip.

I pulled into Marfa very sleepy and it was only 6:30. The Mystery Lights can only be seen at night. So, I got a place to stay. I made friends with the managers Tracy and Ricky. They informed me I should head out to the lights viewing area during the day so I could read the info they had set up. That’s what I did and it was a great suggestion. Once back they helped me out with local info and looked at my New Mexico maps with me. Many people come to West Texas for Big Bend National Park so I was torn what to do. I decided it would have to wait for another trip so I wasn’t going out of my way.

I made my way to the viewing area and there I sat, and sat, and sat. My eyes became tired of looking at darkness, but at least the stars were BEAUTIFUL! I just couldn’t leave without seeing them. I drove out of my way for this and on the drive debated whether it was worth it. I kept thinking if I left then they would come out. Finally around 11pm they appeared. Strange lights that got brighter, split, faded away and moved in squiggles or horizontal. They weren’t as big as I was expecting, but, I saw them!

Thoughts from the road:

A cool TX trip, although touristy, would be Austin to Frederiksberg. Fredericksburg to Bandera. Bandera to San Antonio, then back to Austin. Not sure the correct spelling of Fred______burg.

I got a nice hotel room and hot breakfast for only $38. Don’t think I’ll find that again.

There are some crazy aggressive drivers in TX. They need to stop tailgating!

The turnarounds in TX cities are weird.

I like Spanish influenced architecture.

I forgot to get postcards of New Orleans and Austin. Two cities where I was there awhile and experienced a yearly tradition. Oops. The only thing I buy anywhere and I forget.

I could be doing this trip slower but I like to get to places where know people.

Texas has some crazy flat vastness.

If your child is under 4’9 it needs to be in a car seat or booster. That’s crazy. I’m not much taller than 4’9.

There is a Texas Cowboy Poetry festival in Fort Davis.

Sometimes the landscape in West Texas reminded me of the Australian Outback.

Wow there are a ton of RV’s in TX.

I wrote down green houses but do not remember why. Oh well. OOOHHHHH. Not green houses but greenhouses. On route 17 there are HUGE green houses growing who knows what. I guess I could look it up. Okay. Hydroperfect Village Farms grows produce. The Marfa location is over 40acres and grows tomatoes.

Small Town Texas on Monday

Fredericksburg, Bandera

I don’t like saying goodbye to friends. It’s nice being with people I know or just people I feel comfortable with. Not saying I want to move to Austin, just that I really liked the people.

I made my way not by interstate to Fredericksburg. It’s nice to have a change of scenery and be out of a city. This town had GREAT shopping but I don’t need anything, like to shop, or like buying. It also has great architecture, history, and museums if you’re in to that.

Next stop was Bandera, the cowboy capital of the world. It was a little disappointing to learn Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie had been there but still cool. The shopping here was different as well as the set up of the town. I think I saw more tourists than cowboys but it was a Monday. My friends Aunt and Uncle live somewhere near Bandera but felt funny calling them. Oh well. Glad I got to see the cool little town.

Thoughts:

I wish I knew more people in rural areas.

Cannot find the earrings I want and would actually buy.

There was a lot of cool stuff on the way to Fredericksburg like antique stores, cool recycled art, and fun stuff.

The landscape reminded me of the drive from San Diego to Palm Desert.

I saw a few buffalo farms and one camel farm.

I like the don’t litter signs here is TX. They say: Don’t mess with Texas. I think that slogan can be used for a lot.

I want to know more locals in small towns. Especially on farms.

The ranches in TX all have beautiful entrances even when the home isn’t too beautiful. Some of the houses are BIG!

I like seeing historical markers along the highway. Even though I don’t stop I like that the States is marking its past and that I have the option to stop.

I am a little sad that I have not heard any strong Texas accents.

Past Thoughts:

I saw a Krispy Fried Chicken stand with tons of cats by its side door.

There was an anti Obama billboard outside of Waco followed by an American flag billboard.

I35 has crazy traffic because it’s just two lanes.

I like small town America.

This nice couple in Austin let me try a boiled peanut. Interesting.

I wish I wasn’t helped back by fear to talk to certain strangers. How do you politely deal with beggars and not lie? Help please? Suggestions?

3-20

I cannot believe it is the 2oth. Crazy. At 4:30am this morning I was still wide awake and decided to take something to help me sleep. Which meant I slept until about 11 and the day started late. This was not a problem considering not much was going on.

I write too narrative like.

Jess and I headed to South Congress to find some food. We sat outside at a bar / restaurant called Doc’s. I had a wonderful mimosa. Although I looked horrible luckily Jessica did not so we made friends with some boys. We spent a few hours talking. Walked a bit. Then dropped the boys off and headed home.

The second I walked in the door Rob was leaving to do some shopping. I accompanied him so we could have a chance to hang out before I leave tomorrow. I got ingredients for pinto and once back at the house made dinner for what seemed like forever. It was probably 9 before we got to eat our pinto, chayote, and plantains. Good ole Costa Rica food.

It’s not 1am and time for bed.

Still no pictures of people, so instead here is a cool fluffy dog that does awesome tricks.

19

I need more pictures of the people I am hanging out with.

I am very tired right now and it has been so busy that I cannot remember any actual names of where I have been at all my time in Austin. It has been enjoyable and a great experience and crowded. They say the festival has increased in visitors by 30% this year which is great for bands trying to get heard and recognition, but not so great for visitors. Locals are saying it is now too crowded. If you do not purchase a pass ranging from $400-$1300 it is very difficult to get into the popular venues. Even though they are meant to be free. Lines are very very long and sometimes you don’t even get in. It’s an interesting set up down here and they may need to look into other strategies for years to come if it continues to grow.

Today… Ride to town, thank you Chris. Wait in line. Watch the group take shot at Library (Nothing for me today). Walk to a few places. Wait in line. Get into Sliders. I think that’s what it was called. Hear an interesting group. I think called Beats Antique. Get hungry. Make friends with bouncers. Get food. Get restless. Take long unsuccessful walk looking for snack food for friends. Head to Mess With Texas. Stop to pee. Stop to hear really good rappers in a back yard turned into venue. Walk to Mess With Texas. Try to get food. Leave Mess With Texas because it was way too crowded. Head off just us girls. Stop at Texaco for water. Meet Irish boys at Library. Take foot bath in fountain. Walk to West Sixth. Walk to warehouse district. Enter bar. Watch basketball. Head home. Get in car. Go to healthy diner. Eat yummy food. Home by 10:30. Shower. Laundry. Type. Kill Bill (the movie that is). Bed.

I still have energy but not for walking and hearing more bands. There is only so much loudness and crowds I can handle either sober or at all. I don’t think I am as independent as I could/should be. People in Austin are so nice and welcoming. I haven’t hung out with anyone actually from here but I think the people who move here are all nice and just good people. It’s awesome that all of Rob’s friends have accepted me as part of the group and now I have new friends. Awesome night with Katie and Colleen and we were all on the same page. Thank you ladies!

I need to take more pictures with people, or of people, but feel funny.

The 18th

Not exactly sure of the details of yesterday but it was filled with lots of music and different bars. Following my new friends and tour guides Katie and Colleen we all took a nice air conditioned bus ride downtown. The day officially began at one bar which I liked as well as the band playing. The place got really busy so we headed to another location and a few more after that. I got to rest at a Mexican restaurant while the group had some lunch. Towards the end of the evening we were at a bar with the word Moose in its name and I really liked the bar tenders. It was also a chill place and in the area locally known as dirty sixth. The night ended at some bar with the word Monkey in its name listening to the strangest band. It was rap, jam band, gospel and more all mixed together. Too strange. We stopped at one more bar to pick up Andy before heading home.

The 17th

I couldn’t sleep anymore so I began getting ready for the day. Once Rob was up I got to see the city of Austin besides E. 6th Street. We tried to get in line for a wrist band to Pure Volume but couldn’t find it. Instead we grabbed coffee and made our way to Fader. Here we stood in line for a little over an hour just to get a bracelet. BUT, this bracelet is the like the golden ticket.

So, as far as I understand there are hundreds of bands performing between Wednesday and Sunday. Any bar or area that has room for a stage puts up one or two. Some venues are much larger and more popular so you need to RSVP. Once you RSVP there is then a certain time a day where you can go and wait in line for a wrist band or card. Without that you can’t get in to the popular places. Besides a one or two places in Austin everything is free. Many places also offer free alcohol and food! So, it’s great. Many come for the music, others for the experience.

We spent many hours while at Fader seeing many different bands, drinking and people watching. What people wear astounds me. It is refreshing to see so many individuals and such confidence in their clothing and hear. I love people watching. I met some cool people Rob knew but chose to stay at Fader with Rob and Chris.

We made our way to some old school bus converted into a grill for a huge burger. The burger was good but needed some more to it. Many places, and when I say places I mean food trucks, have simplified their menu for SXSW. The food trucks are awesome!!! Some are so gourmet, others cheap, others fun, and all pretty damn good. I guess it’s an Austin thing.

After some yummyness we waited in line for our card at Pure Volumn. We then hailed a cab to recharge for a bit but once home I lost the boys to sleep. I did want to experience more nightlife but not wanting to walk anymore I decided to blog.

I had a great a really good conversation with Marcus about race and racism in the south. Austin is not like the rest of Texas and any Texan will tell you that. I’m still not sure how I feel about the South and I am damn glad I had that convo with Marcus as well as seeing the realness.

The 16th

Not too much to report today. I took my time leaving Waco and headed to get my oil changed in Austin. It was the quickest and cheapest oil change of my life.

I finally got a hold of Rob and made my way to meet him. I had no idea what to expect of SXSW and was blown away. Streets were blocked off and people in the streets. It appeared to be like Mardi Gras two but music focused. Then I learned more.

Rob and I regrouped back at his place then made our way to East 6th Street. I was a little worried about not getting in anywhere due to the fact I had not rsvp’d for anything or have wrist bands.

I have no idea the names of the bars we went to or what bands I saw because there were too many to count. Basically you show your ID and get to witness free shows from many different bands from all over the world. In our first place we heard rock followed by trance, and when rap started we went to another place.

Later that night I met a lot of Marios’s hipster friends at their favorite bar. It’s always nice to meet new people and hang out with a diverse crowd.

We made our way back to Rob’s where I got to meet his roommates and their friends.

Who would have thought I’d be in Austin during their biggest music fest. Its slightly ironic since I am not a music aficionado nor did I even know what SXSW was. It’s all part experiencing life and the U.S.

I write a lot. I said I didnt have much to report. Oops

When You're in Texas Look Behind You

Because that's where the Rangers gonna be.

Annie left for her awesome job at Planned Parenthood and I used the morning to get caught up on work. We met for lunch at a local sandwich place in downtown called Schmaltz’s. Annie drove me around a little bit then had to get back to work. I made my way to the Texas Ranger Museum and Hall of Fame. This Museum had a lot to offer. I watched the 45minute film and quickly walked around. The movie was very informative and they had a lot of memorabilia but way too much small print to read.

I then headed to a different area of the city. Here I enjoyed the huge cattleman sculpture, walked the at one time longest suspension bridge, and relaxed.

I then made my way to the public library to get caught up on life and worked for a bit. I treated myself to dinner at WhatABurger and dang was it big. It was the slowest fast food ever but yummy.

I made the decision not to go to College Station or Houston. A friend who lives in Houston said I wasn’t missing much except the people. Another friend from TX jokes that the only thing in Houston is traffic. Even though I am torn about not going I think it’s for the better. Yes I want to see it but there isn’t anything specific I want to do. Also, I am saving cities for long weekends, remember.

I made my way back to Annie’s who was gracious enough to host me once again and finished up on a few things. We later headed to see Red Riding Hood in the theaters. I actually wanted to see this and minus a few small parts it was very good. Definitely worth seeing.

We Netflixed Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs and fell asleep.

Thoughts:

I heard about fried pies in Alabama but here in Texas they advertise for them.

They have day speed and night speed limits on Texas highways.

Waco has strange turn around streets that make me nervous I am getting on a highway.

Texas is flat. Which makes for great sunsets.

Peace Corps people are awesome and flexible.

I don’t know why but I like being in TX. Especially when driving. Except Waco traffic lights suck.

The south is strange and still weirdly segregated / racist / I don’t know. Waco has three separate chamber of commerce’s. One downtown and the other two in the Spanish area and black area. It also has the main downtown and the old beautiful black downtown.

There are some awesome buildings in Waco.

Monday is Not a Good Day to be in Dallas

I woke up and headed to Dallas. The city was a beautiful city but had weird vibes. I haven’t been approached by so many beggars since Baltimore.

After finding a cheap place to park I headed to the Sixth Floor Museum. The line was crazy and I thought it was due to them just opening so I headed to explore Dealey Park. I was told about a free organ concert at the Symphony Hall so I walked to the north end of the city as fast as I could. I made it on time, but, no concert. The man at the Visitor Center and online were both incorrect. Bummer. Instead I walked around the Art district, which was closed on Mondays, and headed to Thanksgiving Park. Although beautiful it was a very religious place and I got approached by more bums. I couldn’t find the Culture Museum I was looking for and the Women’s Museum was closed on Monday so I headed back to the Sixth Floor.

The line was still crazy so I took a nap. Even though I could have slept more I didn’t want to miss the museum. I read a little inline and finally got in. This museum was great. Besides the huge crowd everywhere the audio tour and visual displays were very informative. I learned a little about JFK and a TON about his assassination. They also had a lot of info on all the different conspiracy theories. They really covered everything and were not biased.

The Seventh floor was a small museum on the life of Jack Ruby, the man who killed Lee Harvey Oswald. It is all very interesting. It also makes me think we will never know the truth or accept it if we do. I believe you can use any evidence, without DNA, to get the results you want. Hence so many different theories that have evidential support.

I made a few phone calls in the car to let traffic slow down and then made my way to Waco. I didn’t know where Waco was and when I saw I would be passing through it called Kayla who gave me Annie’s number. Only a Returned Peace Corps Volunteer could be so ready to hang out on such short notice.

Once in town I met a few of Annie’s friends. We headed to Salty Dawgs for a few drinks. Being a Monday night it was dead which was nice. We sat by the fire and got caught up on life and Waco. After awhile we heard a very drunk white man use the N word in front of the black bar tender. It was time to go.

We ended the night by starting a movie but both fell asleep. Another random meet up and soooo good to see Annie.

Sunday the Sleepy Day

I woke up early and attempted to head out but stayed a little longer to chat with Ms. Ginger. Whe I was headed out Emily offered me some breakfast pie and it was delicious. After my belly was full of pie and King Cake I said goodbye to everyone one last time. Mr. Ricky walked me out and helped me with my route then I was off. Such great people and an interesting experience. I still feel a little weird about the whole thing so I am not sure what I would do if presented with a similar situation in the future. Oerall I learned a lot and made new friends.

Before leaving town I drove through the actual town of Ville Platt. I saw another FORD dealer, Swamp Pop Museum, and a sign from Simon Squirrel asking you not to litter. I found this ironic and it made me smile since they have squirrel day. I missed the drive through bar but loved how the main road went right through town and it was divided by trees.

I made my way to Natchitoches but was getting very sleepy. It was much bigger than I was expecting, and I had forgotten it was the Steal Magnolias Town. Here, like the rest of Louisiana, the people were really friendly. It is a beautiful town situated on the river with shops and restaurants. I walked around, sat by the river, and decided to pass on seeing some sights from the movie. I was very sleepy. I ended up only driving a little bit more then getting a place to sleep at 4pm.

I did made it to Texas before I stopped and it felt good to be there. However, the people at the rest stop where I stopped for gas were not very friendly and the drivers were crazy aggressive.

LSU has campuses everywhere! In Louisiana of course.

Saturday, What a Day!

I awoke a little apprehensive about going to the Savoy Music Center because I did not know what to expect or really want to go alone. Once inside I just smiled to myself and enjoyed the jam session. For over 15 years every Saturday morning there is a Jam session. On this morning there were at one time 20 people playing acoustic Cajun music. The majority being old men. The oldest sat next to me and informed me he was turning 93 in June. One man I couldn’t even understand his accent was so thick. I loved it. The man working the counter that day was from NY and explained a lot to me about the difference between Cajun Music and Zydeco, and the culture up there. He informed me the people are segregated by culture not racism. It’s definitely different there. I stayed a few hours and met an older couple from Houston there on business, and an Irish mother and daughter on holiday. I convinced them all to go to Fred’s in Mamou for more music.

It was great to see so many CD’s being sold, listening to the locals, and seeing all the tourists in the middle of central Louisiana.

I passed Fred’s by quite a bit because it was the 2nd time I received bad directions in LA. I waited outide the bar for a few minutes a little scared to enter a bar by myself. It was noon so I thought why not. Once in Fred’s I met up with my new friends. I went out back to talk to Joe and Yo and watch them dance. They are such a happy couple and I couldn’t believe they were in their 70’s! Outside talking to them I looked over and was shocked. I recognized Emily but couldn’t place how I knew here. Once I saw Rochelle and Laura it hit me. They were all Bethany’s friends from school who we had spent Mardi Gras with. Crazy, I know. I made my way over to them and right away was invited back to Emily’s parents house for a Pig Roast. I was blown away and did not want to intrude, but also didn’t want to miss out on such an opportunity to know more of Louisiana, and hang out with people I sort of knew.

I followed them back to Emily’s and was shocked to see such a beautiful large home. Still feeling a little apprehensive I went to meet the family. Everyone was very welcoming and nice but I could only imagine what they were all thinking. Sometimes I wish I could lie to make things easier, but cannot. Once there I learned a lot and ate some new foods. Emily’s younger cousins taught me a lot and her brother helped Laura and I play our first game of Washers.

As the night winded down I had a long debate with myself whether I should leave or spend the night. I did not want to over stay my welcome or be rude but also wasn’t sure how to leave. After an amazing pig roast dinner and homemade ice cream dessert I made the awkward decision to stay.

Some thoughts from the afternoon and evening:

It must be fun t be from a big family and have get-togethers.

I don’t know if it’s just a Ville Platte thing but everyone has nicknames and even though funny the nicknames don’t seem too nice.

There is sooo much French influence everywhere and in school you learn French as your second language. If you want Spanish it’s an online class and no one does it.

They have Squirrel Day! It’s actually an entire weekend but so many kids skip school on Friday they have it off.

Saturday is the day to be in Eunice. From 9am to midnight you can hear live music and see Cajun cooking demonstrations.

I want to experience Mardi Gras central Louisiana style!!!

Seeing FORD dealerships in small towns makes me happy.

I like how you refer to adults not by their last name, but with Ms. Or Mr. in front of their first name. Like Ms. Victoria.

I would like to be on the flipside of this situation someday. For awhile now I have been the random stranger being invited to places or to participate in events. I can only imagine what Emily’s family thought today and look forward to a day when I can be on that side so I’ll know.

Thank you to all of Emily’s Family and Rochelle!!! I got to experience amazing hospitality.

Friday the 11th

Laura Plantation, Baton Rouge, Eunice, Cajun Music Hall of Fame

It seems like I left New Orleans days ago yet it has only been a few hours.

I gave Bethany a big hug and thanks then made my way to the small town of Vacherie. First I had to stop at the post office and even though there was only one person in front of me it took awhile. Yet no one made any snide comments.

I think I was on the largest bridge in the U.S but need to check that. I know it’s in Louisiana. Also, Louisiana is such a unique place. Not only are you traveling on mile and miles of swamp land but the culture and history is so different than the rest of the U.S. I would love to spend more time here and really immerse myself in the differences. It even varies depending on where you are in Louisiana. As an outsider it’s hard to keep track. The most important thing I learned today was to never call a white person a Creole or a black person a Cajun in prairie Acadian Culture.

After seeing alien like refineries / factory things and crossing a HUGE bridge in the middle is nowhere my first stop was Laura Plantation. This place was huge and so well prepared. It was a Creole Plantation of the wetland Acadian Culture. I know, I’m confusing, my brain hurts too. The plantation was beautiful and sad at the same time. Not to mention expensive.

I then made my way to Baton Rouge. I walked around for a hot minute then hopped back in the car to head to Lafayette. Baton Rouge had a beautiful old capital and a really unique and tall new capital. The walking area on the water was nice. It seems like a nice city but there is more culture in New Orleans.

Lafayette was much smaller and strip mall like. I passed on the Acadian Village knowing I would be going to a small museum in Eunice.

I made my way to Eunice and drove around the very small town. I was the only person in the Prairie Acadian Visitor Center and didn’t stay long. The ranger told me about all the musical things to do on Saturday in Eunice but I wanted to keep going.

I then stopped at the International Cajun Music Hall of Fame. Even though very small I met a local lady who loved her town. She had such a unique accent as well.

Apparently Eunice is home to a VERY different type of Mardi Gras and I think I would like to experience it next time. Also Eunice is home to several famous music instrument makers.

I left town knowing I should stay for live Cajun Music. When will I get this opportunity again. As I drove 20minutes out of town on back roads past many crawfish ponds I had a debate with myself. Since Kim and James did not get washed away in the tsunami they gave me the reassurance I needed and I turned around.

Once back in Eunice I realized the town was around 12,000 just that no one uses the old downtown much anymore. I settled down for the night and will enjoy the Cajun music jam session tomorrow morning.

Farmers flood their rice fields to harvest crawfish. Or they have a pond on their land next to their rice.

The Swamp Tour of March 10

I was going to walk around the French Quarter and take off but decided to stay another day in New Orleans. I hopped online, found a swamp tour,and convinced Bethany to join me. After a quick trip to the dog park we were out the door.

We were running a little late and I was worried about missing the boat. Then after driving on this crazy long bridge over marsh land we had to turn around. Every time Bethany spoke to the Cajun man on the phone we got different directions. He assured us we would not miss the boat. When he knew we were going to miss it he offered to take us to the boat or in a private tour. I was a little uncomfortable with this and wanted to just go back but we finally prevailed.

Once in the middle of nowhere Schriever we paid our money and the boat came back for us. This was not what I was expected from a book I read that had pictures so I was a little disappointed. Just another reason I need to come back. To see the habituated wetlands of Louisiana. The tour guide was a character and we saw lots of alligators, raccoons, and birds. It was a private swamp with no hunting or fishing and the guide fed all the animals. I have no idea what an environmentalist would think of this trip BUT you get to see wildlife!

Once back in New Orleans we had dinner, Bethany headed off to work, and I looked at maps!

Ash Wednesday the Ninth

Ash Wednesday was a lazy day, which was perfect. We woke up and headed to Camellia Grill for breakfast. This place had a huge line outside of it all week but it was time to try it. The guys working were great, the inside very cool, and food yummy.

We then spent awhile at Blockbuster checking on movies. All the while I was amazed they had not gone out of business yet like everywhere else in the U.S.

The afternoon was spent writing letters to people, making rice and beans, and watching: “Conviction”, “The Social Network”, and “It’s Kind of a Funny Story”.

We were going to head to Treme but I wasn’t really feeling it and Bethany got sleepy. This gave me time to plan a little.

There were over 54 parades this Mardi Gras season in only 17 days.

On another note. I have two friends from Costa Rica coming to visit me on July 1st. Then on July 27th, si dios quiere, I head to Israel. I like putting off big girl life.

Fat Tuesday in Photos

The Almighty Fat Tuesday the Eighth

I woke up but still didn’t have my Victoria energy. Maybe I was tired or in a mood but it was hard to shake. We made our way to Mikes and met up with the other guys. I still wasn’t feeling right and worried I would miss the parade. However, I met a new friend and we plotted ways to become wealthy. We finally found our spot at the parade and I was into it rather than socializing. After a short bit we moved to meet up with another girl from their program who had set up shop. I wasn’t too thrilled about moving but was so glad we did.

Their friend Jackie had camped out two nights before. They had tents, an area unofficially reserved, AMAZING food, and a port-o-potty. It was so nice of Jackie and her large family to accept our large group and take us in like family. After about an hour or two I warmed up more and had good fun being security of their party. The food was delicious and all home made on the BBQ. What a great, large, southern family.

Zulu was crazy long. Not the most beautiful parade but by far the most popular. It is one of two all black parades. Mardi Gras is so strange. They say it’s not elitist or racist anymore but there were several things that made me question motives or actual meaning. Some of the masks men wore were scary and the draft horses/riders made me nervous/sad for the horses.

After Zulu was Rex then the 18 wheeler parade. Mardi Gras was great but we were tired. Next time I think I should drink more.

We found a cab rather easily and headed home. The three hour nap turned into an eighteen hour sleep. I wanted to see the cops on horses kick everyone out of the street at midnight but didn’t really want to go back to Bourbon so it was fine that we caught up on sleep.

Monday The Seventh

Beth made a trip to the airport at 5am, we slept a little then all made another airport trip at 9. We grabbed some breakfast and headed back to Beth’s. I got to plan road trip stuff and Beth got to sleep. It is after all her vacation from school.

We then got picked up by Emily and Marti and headed to a few parades. Proteus and Orpheus were known as the most beautiful and wow did they live up to their name. Unfortunately I have no pictures but these things were BEAUTIFUL! It’s also interesting because they had a few of the same groups as Muses. Some marching bands are in a parade a day. That’s crazy! Poor kids. I guess its prestigious but damn tiring.

We met back up with Emily and headed downtown to Frenchman Street again. Soul Rebels were playing at Blue Nile at 10. Even though exhausted I wanted to see this brass band so I forced the energy out of me. I was doing okay but by 11:30 they had not started and I was fading fast. They finally began and I had no energy to even dance. I could tell they were very talented but frustrated. Their mikes weren’t working right and one musician showed up very late and on something so their manager guy escorted him out. People were smoking so much pot and cigarettes right in my face that it made me nauseous and my head hurt. I got some air and shortly after, while they were on their first break Sara, my new friend and savoir drove me home. I am glad I went out and saw them but it was 3am when I got in bed and I needed to be up at 7 in order to get to Zulu. No way I was missing that.

Sunday The Sixth

Meg wasn’t feeling so well so the three of us ran to the store for more provisions. We attempted to go to the mask store but due to parades had no such luck.

Once back we had a quick nap then got ready to head downtown for a party and parades. We packed our cooler, grabbed chairs, almost lost our cab, and made our way to a house party. I don’t know how I feel about train car style homes but the party was great and so were the hostesses.

Our spot was pretty far from the parade and at the very end so we didn’t get many throws. However I love the parades so was very happy to be there. I also got to hold a baby.

We attempted to make our way to a bar on Mezzanine Street but turned back due to cab issues and traffic. It was a frustrating end to the night and sad because Meg and Ann had to leave the next morning.

Mardi Gras is whatever you want to make it. Today was costume day and besides cab’s being tough to get I have no complaints. Bourbon Street is crazy crowded but you don’t have to go there. And I have yet to see anyone vomit in the street. So far so clean.

Saturday the Fifth

We awoke early to head to the French Market in the French Quarter. Bethany was amazing and drove around while we headed to Café Du Monde for the best beignets!

We left the French quarter to go to a costume store where Megan got some fun face paint. We headed to Rite Aid for parade provisions and it started to CRAZY rain. Because of the weather the parade we wanted to go to was postponed. We had a nice lazy afternoon and began to get ready at 5pm. Needless to say by 8 I was getting rather ansy. At 9pm we hopped in a cab and made our way to Bourbon Street!

Once on Bourbon Street we went straight to The Cat’s Meow where we hung out for awhile before making our way to Frenchman Street. Here we got a snack and had a little separation in our group. Bethany, Rachelle, and I made our way to Maison’s and the other girls headed elsewhere. Maison’s was really neat. It had this interesting all girl punk like brass band playing and no cover.

We then headed back to Bourbon street where we fought the crowds for awhile and had some good people watching. The crowds were crazy deep and trash everywhere. I now understand why Mardi Gras has a bad name, but if you don’t go to Bourbon Street it’s a different story. I wanted to yell at the people “They are just silly plastic beads!” But refrained.

After fighting the crowds we found a side street with a calm bar and spent awhile there. We met up with more of Bethany’s friends and around 1:30 we decided to call it night. I was tempted to stay longer and people watch but it was getting very cold.

We finally got a cab and made our way home. Overall a good night and great experience, but I like the parades better.

Friday the Fourth

I awoke early but it was rainy so I hung around the house a little bit not wanting to wake Megan. I then took a walk in the rain and looked at many beautiful mansions in the area. Once back, Megan and I got our nails done then ran a few errands. We waited for Bethany to get home but got restless and took another walk. We got to see this really neat old cemetery and the undergrad area of Tulane University on Broadway.

Once all back together we slowly got ready and headed to Pascal Manale’s for dinner. It was fun to talk to the drunk bar tenders and the oyster area characters. It was also nice to eat there because they have been around for eighty years and I got to decorate my bib!

We made our way to the airport to pick up Ann. It took awhile to get there and we had to wait but we made friends with a cop who let us hang out.

We stopped at Daiquiri’s, ate a little bit at Cooter Browns, changed and headed to Philips. Philips on Maple street is a beautiful comfy bar not ridden with underage people. Good times.

New Orleans

I finally got to do laundry and while this was happening made several new friends. I like being social and everyone here, in New Orleans, is very open and nice.

After my social morning we headed La Madeleine French Bakery and Cafe where Megan got a yummy looking quish. After I heard the best Louisiana accent so far we hopped on the St. Charles Ave Street car and took a slow ride downtown. We walked around for 5 minutes tried on masks and headed back on the car to get back to Bethany’s.

We got to see AMAZING houses and lots of Elvis’s on scooters.

In the evening we made a stop at Daiquiris, a New Orleans tradition, stopped at Bethany’s friends house and headed to the Muses Parade. This was great! I learned a lot about parades and that they are all family fun when you are downtown. We met an amazing couple who took us under their wing, answered our questions and invited us to their mansion for another parade. And of course we got lots beads! No prized shoe yet.

After the parade we headed to Rock N Bowl for some Zydeco dancing but weren’t feeling it. We headed to Oak on Oak street for dinner where I found forty dollars and still feel bad about keeping it. I think I'll buy some homeless person food. Yet I still feel weird.

Maybe tomorrow my tummy will be better and I can enjoy the cuisine of New Orleans.

Driving

Gulf Coast, Pickens Fort, New Orleans

I should have started the day early but due to a tummy problem that did not happen. I decided to hit the road, saw the beautiful beach of Destin and drove along the Gulf Coast. It was definitely more mysterious and neat at night but still pretty. The beaches are all white sand and gorgeous with not many people around.

I stopped at the Gulf Coast National Seashore Visitor Center and learned about Fort Pickens. Back in the 1800’s the U.S government spent 5million dollars to build its largest fort. This place was so fun to explore. Also, the beach was really nice here and you couldn’t see any buildings.

The rest of the afternoon and evening was spent in the car.

Pensacola has a very cute little downtown and Pensacola Beach is was fun.

Mobile looks like a gorgeous city and I would love to spend more time there. One of the streets was lined with Oak Trees and mansions! I blow through cities where I don’t know anyone and that’s not good. I also think I can save cities for weekends away.

I like seeing houses and mansions decorated for Mardi Gras. Even in Alabama.

I miss Costa Rica where you can buy just one small packet of crackers.

Roads with lots of traffic lights SUCK!

It’s crazy to think you can still smoke indoors. I went into Wendy’s to pee and it was smoky.

I love Mexican food and it is so nice to see lots of restaurants everywhere. Yum. CT needs to step it up.

People in southern Alabama do not use their turn signals.

I ended up passing on several small towns in Mississippi in order to get to my friends in New Orleans. Like dad said, I can always back track. I’m not that far away.

Once in New Orleans my friend and I went to the airport to pick up another friend. We then all hung out, got caught up, and ate at Cooter Browns.

Yayyyyyyyyyy New Orleans and more RCD girls.

Mrch 1st of 2011. Maam.

Tuskegee and FL

I left the city of Montgomery to head to another historic place in Alabama. Apparently I took the back way into Tuskegee and felt I was in the middle of nowhere. Tuskegee University just appeared and it was great to see. I walked around a small part of the campus, was the only white person around, and headed to the Carver Museum / Visitor Center. I learned a lot about Booker T Washington, the University, and George Washington Carver. The video was extremely good and it made me feel better that I missed the Booker T. Washington home in Hardy, Va.

I then made my way through the town of Tuskegee to the Tuskegee Airmen Historic site and airstrip. This place was great and I am soooooo glad I went. I learned lots.

I then made the short drive to Auburn so I could see it. So far as a state Alabama has had the most school pride for one school. Missouri does well and of course CT is on top, but Alabama loves their Auburn Tigers. It helps that they have license plates.

I then drove back roads all the way to Panama City FL. I have no idea how long this was but it was a nice drive. I thought I would make it to the back for the sunset but did not. I did however get to drive along Panama City and the water while it was still colorful and pretty. Panama City seems like a fun place for the family just not during March.

The drive along 30A was really beautiful and I think it helped that it was dusk. The cutest freaking town was Seaside. Yes it was surrounded by a resort, which you could not see, but it also had a state park nearby and its main street was lined with food vendors all out of old school silver campers. Too cute.

The Gulf Coast of FL is beautiful. I was surprised of how built up it was but in a different way. I am a fan and would definitely spend more time here. Vacation mom?

I have never been called maam so many times in one day. It makes me feel old.

I like southern hospitality. Especially the men. They go out of their way to open doors and allow women to enter first.

A LOT of the U.S looks the same.

Gas is crazy expensive!!! AGGGHHHHHH. It’s only going to get worse so I guess it’s good I am doing the road trip now. But still, aaaaggghhhh.

College kids look so young now, and I’m only 25.

College cities are fun cities. Especially for food, nightlife, culture and often theater.

Alabama has a lot of uninhabited land.

I got to see the farmland of Northern FL.

What a Day

MOOSeum, Confederates First White House, Civil Rights Memorial and Center, Meat and Three at Martins, Rosa Parks Museum, Hank Williams, Alabama Capital, yummy food.

What a day. I got to sleep in and then headed downtown Montgomery. Katrina allowed me to park at her parking deck, which is a parking garage, and that made life so much easier and cheaper. She is so generous and helpful.

My first stop was the MOOseum at the Alabama Cattleman’s Association offices. When I read about a museum for kids about beef I wasn’t sure what to expect. It was a nice surprise of a very well done museum. Although small it had great information on cattle, the history of cattle farming in the U.S, typed of cattle, types of horses, how cattle is used, and a large area just for kids about rodeo and eating beef.

My next stop was the First White House of the Confederate South before it moved away. This was interesting to see, had a free self guided tour, and reminded me that I should brush up on dates and facts from the Civil War.

I then made my way to the Civil Rights Center of Montgomery. All the while I had been walking among the beautiful old states building.

Once at the Center I stopped and read about the forty people who dies during the civil rights movement on the memorial. The same girl who designed the Vietnam Veterans Wall in DC designed this and she did a great job.

Although this center is smaller than the one in Birmingham I am very glad I went to this one. It surprised me that the two are not affiliated and now I wonder what the other one has to offer. I joined a tour with a group of leadership students but had to cut out early. The tour guide was very engaging and passionate. She seems like she would a be a cool person to get to know.

I left the Center to meet back up with Katrina. We headed to Martin’s where we met Allison for a Meat-n-Three. I guess this is a bog southern thing and Martin’s does it great. So… each day has four or five meat options and about eight different sides you can choose from. You pick one meat and three sides. You also get real corn bread and sweat tea. Yum.

After my huge yummy lunch I wondered around the city in a down pour and finally made it to the Rosa Parks Library and Museum. I also got to see Troy University. The Museum is set up beautifully and caters to the different learning styles. It had some unique features, like the bus, and next door at the Rosa Parks Children’s Wing this strange time machine. I am not sure why the children’s wing one was separate. It was right next door and not just for kids. Instead of $6 for each they should combine the two. That way more revenue would come in for them and more people would experience this cool time machine that gives a great overview of all black struggles leading up to Rosa Parks.

Once I left the Rosa Parks area the sun was shining and there was almost no evidence it had rained. So… I sat in the sun. Here I got to see convicts in their black and white jumpers doing work outdoors.

I then walked a little bit more. I saw the statue of Hank Williams but forgot about his grave. Oh well. I made my way to the gorgeous capital building and walked around it for awhile while chatting with Kayla about the Lost Luggage Place. The capital was neat. It had a gift shop with stuff only made in or about Alabama. They also had it completely open to the public so you could see the grandeur of it from the inside as well as the historic rooms. I only have one other capital building to compare it to but it seems if you like buildings you can visit many of them and compare. That’s a neat idea for another road trip. Capital Buildings.

I made my way back to Katrina’s just before the next down pour hit. We made strawberry jam, then Katrina made homemade biscuits, homemade sausage gravy, cheese grits, and eggs. YUM! We ended the night relaxing and watching TV. Good times and good food in the South!

It’s interesting that Montgomery has so much historical sites and information to offer but the locals all prefer Birmingham. They say there is more to do there. I think Montgomery is great for tourists where Birmingham may have more shopping and activities.

Bobby

I knew the Civil Rights Center in Birmingham did not open until noon but thought I could find something to do until then. I was wrong. Unless I wanted to go to church there was nothing going on in Birmingham on Sunday morning. I did find a small park to sit in but the sky turned dark and it was about to rain. Although I wanted to see the center I knew there was one in Montgomery and I was soon headed there.

I made the drive to Talladega and was amazed by all the space they had just for camping and tailgating. It must be some party when a race is going on. I walked through the International Motor Sports Hall of Fame and museum but passed on a lap around the track. I am glad I went in. I also liked it better than Indianapolis because it covered all areas of motor sports not just one type. I also made a new friend who chatted me up for awhile and told me a few things about Alabama.

I then took a windy back road to Montgomery. Once in Montgomery I headed to my friend Katrina’s house and got to relax for a bit while she was at class. Once home we went to game night for Girls Night Out. I have never heard of meetup.com but it sound like a great way to get to know people. Especially when you move to a new area.

I LOVE game nights and wish more people did them.

I know I come across as wealthy and educated but sometimes wish I didn’t.