In case you are not buddies with me on the Facebooks or – gasp – perhaps friends with me in real life, you may not know that I’m in the midst of a month-long trip to England. So far I find the country expensive, accessible, unfashionable, storied and quite rainy. Perhaps you think it’s unfair I call England unfashionable, but really it makes me much more comfortable wearing my normal stuff around since everyone else also looks a mess. British people also tend to have, on average, much weirder hair than Americans. I like that.
I don’t know if this will be a series. I have a handful of stories I could tell from Mexico and it would seem to fit in, what with my video being half about Mexico anyway. I’m inspired to tell this story because I’m reading Wild by Cheryl Strayed, about her 2,000 mile hike on the Pacific Crest Trail. And I was reminded of the time I summited a mountain. This post is incredibly long – please forgive me! – but it’s probably my best story from Mexico.
I spent five years in New Orleans. Four and a half amazing years and one positively terrible final six months. College is pretty much awesome wherever you go, I’ve gathered, but I spent those years in one of the most delightful, challenging and historical places around. New Orleans will always hold a very, very dear place in my heart. Just like these folks.