The Our assignment was to choose our favorite place in the French Quarter and take a picture of it. I contemplated this for awhile and came to the conclusion that I cannot choose just one place as my favorite. I don't think I could choose multiple places as my favorite. My favorite thing about New Orleans wasn't a building... My favorite thing was the music. Live music is one of my favorite things in the world. New Orleans gave that to me and I didn't even have to work for it. On nearly every street there was music - one man bands, family bands, rap, jazz, country, etc. New Orleans doesn't have a favorite - they offer it all. I will definitely miss the music. I have quite a few friends that are musicians, living paycheck to paycheck, hoping they can make music a career someday. I think that because of my close friends, I have sort of a soft spot in my heart for these musicians. (I also think that's why I spent more money on tipping these beautiful people than I did on anything else.) I cannot wait to share my experience in NOLA with everyone, but especially to my musician friends. They would thoroughly enjoy being able to walk up and down the street and hear all of the different bands playing.
This band was one of my favorites that I saw. Myself (and a few of the other girls) actually purchased a few of their original CDs.
I think my favorite part of the class was all of the different things we were able to participate in. I won't lie, it was exhausting those first couple of days. I don't think anyone planned for as much walking as we did and the back-to back-to back tours were tiring. I will probably never have an opportunity like that again, so it was cool to experience all of these different things and then to know for next time I visit the area what is worth trying and what I might skip. My favorite part of the trip was the education. I learned so many different things that I never knew before. I learned so much about the city's history. I learned so much about the city's people. These people are so eclectic and full of love. I mentioned more than once to my friends that it sort of reminded me of being at a music festival. I love festivals largely because they are what we refer to as a "judgment free zone." Everyone is welcome to be whoever they want to be. You can dress up as crazy as you want, have your hair however YOU want it, etc. Nobody bats an eye. I LOVE THAT! I love the freedom of expression. In my small town, it isn't like that. People are so judgmental and can be so condescending. I hate it. My motto is, "If it doesn't effect you directly and it doesn't hurt anybody... then who the hell cares." This is how I felt NOLA was too. I don't think that I learned anything new about myself... But I do think I further confirmed something that I already knew. I love my small little town, but there's things about it that I don't love. And after spending a week in New Orleans and seeing so many different people, smiles, styles, etc... I've confirmed that I'm supposed to be in a place like that. I'm not supposed to be worried about what I wear to the grocery store because "so and so" might see me. I'm supposed to be able to just thoroughly enjoy every moment of my life and NOT WORRY about those petty details.
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