Friday, April 18, 2014

Adventures in the Big Easy

My best friend Kristen and I both have an insatiable wanderlust that can only be relieved by frequently traveling. Most of the time, we do it together. We've had unforgettable trips to the Bahamas, Hawaii, the Florida Keys, and most recently, New Orleans. I know we'll take many more trips together in the future, but this one is going to be pretty hard to top.

{Bourbon Street}

{Our breakfast the first morning. My Bloody Mary had green beans in it so it totally counted.}

The French Quarter festival happened to be going on last weekend, which was so cool to be a part of. The jazz music was constant and art vendors lined up and down the blocks of Jackson Square, showcasing everything from handmade flower crowns to huge abstract canvasses. I picked up a few prints from local artists. They're so unique and I just know they'll be a conversation piece. 

The food in New Orleans is unreal. The beignets (also known as fluffy donuts from Heaven) are literally the best post-party breakfast when paired with a chicory iced coffee. I will definitely be recreating those, as well as the seafood-stuffed mushrooms, very soon. 

Okay, so I have a crazy story to go along with this cemetery. Btw, it's totally normal for tourists to go to a cemetery in New Orleans. (Keeping in mind that normal in NoLa is completely subjective). Pirates, politicians, jazz musicians, and Voodoo queens are buried in St. Louis Cemetery #1, and being the tourists we are, we had to check it out. Kristen and I were just walking around, minding our own business, and taking #selfies in this cemetery when we see a rather large hole in one of the brick tombs. 

This isn't unusual because as you can see, some of these fixtures date back to the 1800's. However, our morbid curiosity got the best of us and we had to see what was inside. I kid you not, there was an actual skeleton and no coffin. Like, a dead person from the age of cholera was staring back at us (metaphorically speaking of course). We alerted the groundskeeper who totally didn't believe us until he saw it with his own eyes and jumped back about 3 feet. After all of that "excitement", we quickly left and got a cocktail (or four). 

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