Day 4: Jackson, MS

I am not even very sure where I am anymore, so far we haven't spent more than one night in an individual state, we keep plowing further down I-10, until this afternoon when we headed up to Jackson.

We started the morning in Baton Rogue and drove down to New Orleans. While there, we took the AAA French Quarters walking tour around the town. It was so hot and so humid we were practically running for little shops just to get some air conditioning. For lunch we stopped at a sea food place. I got Leah to try catfish and gumbo, I think she liked both of them, so that was fun. With lunch we shared a Hurricane, a rum-heavy drink that is popular in the Big Easy. My overall impression of New Orleans is: hot, sticky, sweaty, smelly. Bleh. Don't get me wrong, I had a LOT of fun walking around the French Market and the French Quarters, I even had fun straying to downtown.

One lame thing did happen though, when we went to the Welcome Center for New Orleans this morning, the woman there told us to take the trolley all the way down to the Garden District and just ride the trolley around. That was a terrible idea. It was hot and sticky on the trolley, everyone was crowded in, sticky skin against sticky skin. Awful. The houses in the Garden District were beautiful, but between the heat and stickiness and the constant stopping and waiting for passengers to get on the trolley, the houses started to look less and less impressive. We should have driven through the Garden District on our way out of the city. Oh well, next time.

On our way back on the trolley, it started to rain, and it kept raining for the next hour or so until we left. Hotels were either too far (and too expensive to be so far) or full, so we decided we wouldn't be able to make it back to our hotel after a night on Bourbon St if we stayed in New Orleans, hence, we drove up to Jackson, Mississippi.

We found a cheap hotel (that is pretty nice) with a non-smoking room and a mini fridge, so we are set for the night.

I'll put up some pictures tomorrow! We're headed up to Tupelo (Elvis' hometown) and Oxford (a Faulkner hometown).

Good night, <3 Al