Return Trip: The City I Love
Almost every major city touts something similar to ‘if you drink the water here, you’ll be destined to return’ or some other such bullshit (you can trade ‘kiss this rock’ or ‘throw a coin in this fountain’ for ‘drink the water’). Well, I can confidently say that I did not drink any water in New Orleans–nor did I kiss any rocks or throw coins into anything that wasn’t a guitar case. But I’m going back. In fact, I’m halfway there right now.
I’ve written about my love for New Orleans before. But as I prepare for a return visit–as a person who sees little value in return visits when there are so many new places to explore–I can’t help but get excited. Like little-flutter-in-my-heart excited. My love for New Orleans helps me to understand why people like other, less-desirable cities. You know, like Paris. Because that city, whichever city and for whatever reason, spoke to them.
New Orleans–I hear you. And I’m coming.
Ha! I new it was New Orleans the minute I saw the picture. Have fun!
Of course you did! And I’m already having fun. I’m exhausted–after a 4am wakeup call in Philly this morning. But still–love it here!
I LOVE return trips…but my girlfriends and I vowed never to return to NOLA unless we were running a marathon, so we wouldn’t gain another million pounds. Enjoy the jumbalaya, beignets, muffalettas and po’ boys!!!
I don’t even want to talk about the weight-gain. I’ve been here for 36 hours and I’m uncomfortable. I swear, it is NOT my fault. Sigh…
I’m going to start running again as soon as I get home. I took off for all of…gee…january, february, and march. So that isn’t helping either.
That is, assuming I can run after this trip. So…full…