Leaving New Orleans is a somber experience. After a week full of excitement flying to anywhere else doesn't sound appealing.
At first I was not excited about going to New Orleans because I had been there before on a similar trip. But one thing is for sure, every trip is different. I could go to the same place twenty times in NOLA and each time it is a tad bit different.
The city itself is engaging. Locals and beggars invite you to join in on there act. Usually at the end hinting, not so subtly, that this is their livelihood. That line always makes tourists jingle their wallets and little harder.
I could spend days in the heart of the French Quarter feasting off the entertainment and talent of New Orleanians.
There are bad sides too. I smelled …show more content…
A lot of them are high in sugar and high in alcohol. Two combinations that could lead to a bad hangover quickly, and you definitely don't want that while traveling. If you don't know exactly what is in it or its alcohol and sugar content. Don't drink it. Drinks can easily be laced with dangerous drugs also. I don't really like to drink, but if you do just don't do it on Bourbon.
Bourbon street is also incredible. I walk down the street staring at all the faces of business men, respectable people, girls I think to be hookers/strippers, the elderly, and college students like me. It is full of all different kinds of people. I felt like an anthropologist or ethnographer. As I walk down the streets music is blasted and I can't help but bust a move. Most of the music is live and I know the words. My friends and I laugh though we are sober. Bourbon street has filled me with some nights I will never forget and ones which I definitely remember.
Many funny stories come from visiting the world renoun Bourbon Street. Like the time I got proposed to. Yes, proposed to. I was proposed to by a man I have never seen before in my life. It is hilarious to this day. The usual tradition of girls showing "what there Momma gave them" to get beads kinda makes me sick. But when my guy friend proudly lifted up his shirt and beads came hurling at his head we all cracked up in
At first I was not excited about going to New Orleans because I had been there before on a similar trip. But one thing is for sure, every trip is different. I could go to the same place twenty times in NOLA and each time it is a tad bit different.
The city itself is engaging. Locals and beggars invite you to join in on there act. Usually at the end hinting, not so subtly, that this is their livelihood. That line always makes tourists jingle their wallets and little harder.
I could spend days in the heart of the French Quarter feasting off the entertainment and talent of New Orleanians.
There are bad sides too. I smelled …show more content…
A lot of them are high in sugar and high in alcohol. Two combinations that could lead to a bad hangover quickly, and you definitely don't want that while traveling. If you don't know exactly what is in it or its alcohol and sugar content. Don't drink it. Drinks can easily be laced with dangerous drugs also. I don't really like to drink, but if you do just don't do it on Bourbon.
Bourbon street is also incredible. I walk down the street staring at all the faces of business men, respectable people, girls I think to be hookers/strippers, the elderly, and college students like me. It is full of all different kinds of people. I felt like an anthropologist or ethnographer. As I walk down the streets music is blasted and I can't help but bust a move. Most of the music is live and I know the words. My friends and I laugh though we are sober. Bourbon street has filled me with some nights I will never forget and ones which I definitely remember.
Many funny stories come from visiting the world renoun Bourbon Street. Like the time I got proposed to. Yes, proposed to. I was proposed to by a man I have never seen before in my life. It is hilarious to this day. The usual tradition of girls showing "what there Momma gave them" to get beads kinda makes me sick. But when my guy friend proudly lifted up his shirt and beads came hurling at his head we all cracked up in