I’m back stateside!
It’s been one year three months one week and two days since I last stepped foot on US grounds.
For now I’m back in my hometown, New Orleans, Louisiana for exactly 17 days.
The skies are sunny and the humidity is obnoxious as always. It’s also Hurricane Season. Actually the 8 year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina just passed. Insane that it’s been eight years. How so many lives have changed since that one wicked storm…
Luckily NOLA (New Orleans, Louisiana) is sparkling as usual. Her magical powers, southern hospitality and easy way of life are boasting to the fullest.
Gluttony is expected. Decadence is the norm.
Days are planned around meals. Meals are oversized and fresh catch is sold street side. The coffee is slow dripped and there are more iced drinks than hot ones at any given cafe. Snowball stands are open.
The past few days I’ve spent re-exploring the suburbs on Lake Pontchartrain.
Mom came by with some of her new pieces.
She works as a potter and made me a few things to take back to Buenos Aires.
Isn’t she talented?
The hours flew by while playing catch up over pedicures, kitchen shopping and my first praline lesson.
Mom is a desserts kinda woman. Her most famous lemon squares and chocolate silk pie are stowed away in my memory for life.
Pralines were this visits task after a lunch of shrimp po’boys!
Post Katrina the Mexican population has grown substantially in Louisiana. Very cool.
That means tienda local & other Mexican specialty stores are opening up and offering some of the best Mexican groceries a girl could want.
Dad lit the pit, threw on some Pecan wood and I went to town on these shrimp tacos.
And to help it all go down what better than a sweet strawberry snowball?
Y’all familiar with snowballs? Some people call them snow cones but us folks in the 504 don’t say that.
She’s the perfect companion to a sticky Summer day.
Snowball = shaved iced + flavored syrup
After all is said and done (and eaten) it’s so good to be back home. Strange too.
I was so nervous on my taxi ride to the airport!!
It’s like re-entering my Old World. So much has changed but everything’s still the same.
As I unpack my suitcase in my room at Dads and take in all of my past adventures I still feel like the same little girl standing at the end of the cliff waiting to take the next leap. Yet as soon as I step foot off of his property and cruise through the suburbs I feel like I live in another galaxy and couldn’t be more grateful for the steps I’ve taken.
Will I ever get this game of life?
In the meantime I’ll stop dwelling and start dancing.
Dancing is certain.
Happy Labor Day, y’all!