Waiters and bus boys bustlin' about the tables with pots and pans, some full of grits, others with pippin' hot jambalaya. Hungry customers consume every seat for some twenty minutes before getting to consume a po' boy sandwich. Accents of every descent ring in my ears. Beignets are sold around every corner and sugar powder on streets is commonplace.
The smell of spices hangs in the air.
Cajun homemade food alright and lively streets with real flavorful people.
A flamboyantly dressed street performer comes up to me and joyfully says "Welcome to New Orleans we do this type of stuff here."
They know we're not from around here.
New Orleans sure is something.
Something amazing!
I wonder how this volunteerwork will be. I don't know what to expect. I mean I signed away my life here with the liability form. So I wonder how hard they'll work us?
I'm ready for it. I've visited my family in Central America and the Caribbean and I'm familiar with poverty and developing areas. I'm sure NOLA is different but I feel that because of this, I'll be even more comfortable while here. I want to really help these families. I think I'll see tears and hear heart wrenching stories but along with this, I'm sure I'll make friends. I'm content with the city life, but I want to know more! I want to converse with the homeless and homeful, the lively natives and the tourists. I think experiencing this will be amazing. I also can't wait to hear about the civil engineering behind this or the environment related issues and history.
That's all I got to say ~ rambling.
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