The inspiration for these writings has stemmed from my life's travels and the people who have influenced me while I adventure. The details that make up the world breathe life into my journey. Those breaths, those moments of windedness, are what I want to share with you.

When I travel, lanes are so wide.


Sunday, September 18, 2011

A Little Bit Cajun, A Little Bit Creole

A much-needed trip is booked! Life is slowly pouring back into me. For the first time, I will be traveling to New Orleans, Louisiana in the upcoming months for a 3-night, 4-day wrought-iron, po’boy-filled taste of the south. I’m really looking forward to seeing something new, a place I’ve always wanted to experience, and not just for the Mardi Gras raucous!

The difference between Cajun and Creole – Cajun is country cookin’, with backyard ingredients, such as alligator and crawfish and is often very spicy; while Creole is city cooking, using seafood and sauces, often milder than its Cajun counterpart. Given my penchant for milder victuals, I might be sticking to the latter; although I have eaten fried alligator before (it’s chewy). But, me? I do declare, I'm a little bit Cajun, a little bit Creole...

I’ve been doing my research on the nightlife, shopping, and sightseeing of N’Orleans and getting pretty excited. SO much I want to do! Aside from dropping into some antique stores, having a beignet at CafĂ© du Monde, a hurricane at Pat O’Briens, there’s a short list, and I’m not someone who’s above being touristy.  I’ll be staying in the French Quarter in a historic hotel, a perfect place for sightseeing and nightlife. I’m really looking forward to all the live music, particularly the jazz and blues, as I sidle up with a drink in hand while I drink in the crowd and crooning. A voodoo shop, a highlight of the trip for me,  is  a must-see. I may just purchase a potion or bag of juju for some personal prosperity and luck. Nearby is the St Louis Cathedral , the oldest cathedral in the US. Po’boy sandwiches with the fixin’s, a bowl of gumbo or jambalaya. Gorgeous southern houses encased in wrought-iron and balconies, hugged by grandiose porches. A ghost tour of a cemetery, a veritable city of tombs and monuments to get lost in. A heartrending tour of Hurricane Katrina-lost neighborhoods and the desolation and devastation caused by the dramatic effects of nature. The beautiful tree-lined drives of grandiose plantations, filled with the dark history of the New World. The bayou calls me. Alligators in their natural environment as I sweep by in a swamp boat. I envision driving through remote Cajun country, happening upon shacks and roadside restaurants, not necessarily catering to the tourist. I have stereotyped horror movie-filled encounters running through my head. Tempt? I think so.