**FIRST listen to this song while reading. It is the reason I’ve wanted to go to New Orleans for ever. (Dad, if you’re reading, it’s Marie Laveau!)
I’m guilty of being an unintentional travel snob.
When I tell people I like to travel, I generally mean overseas. When others tell me they like to travel, I’m expecting to hear about ziplining in Brazil, getting drunk in Australia or volunteering in Liberia. In other words–I am really good at discounting all the parts of America there are to see. (I know, I know…I’m working on it.)
The first step in my de-snobbery program? An all-American road trip! N’awlins bound with two friends to eat, drink, and hold alligators.
1. Bourbon Street is everything the reputation claims–pass on the Hand Grenade but grab a Fishbowl. It comes with a handy lanyard for no-hands sipping.
2. Don’t go to NOLA if you aren’t hungry. Shrimps, gumbo, oysters, even the fried chicken is amazing in this jewel of a city.
3. It is hot. I would describe walking through a swamp, underwater (humidity–duh) that is on the sun. So you know, bring deodorant and perfume.
4. Those accents make you melt quicker than the heat ever could.
Now please feast your eyes, and not everyone at once schedule me to be your profesh photographer.