Farewell

My favorite place in the French Quarter was the St. Louis Cathedral.  This place was my favorite place for many of different reasons. First, it was my favorite directional point when walking around. If I was to get turned around I would just have to find the Cathedral and head on that direction. I also liked the cathedral because of the history.  Like I had stayed in a previous post, the cathedral is the oldest operational cathedral in the United States. The main reason I liked the cathedral so much was because of its beauty. It was beautiful inside and out.  It held so much culture and life.  There was no way to be upset or in a bad mood when looking at the cathedral. I plan to go back to the cathedral one day with my family. I would advise anyone who is planning on visiting New Orleans to make time to go to the St. Louis cathedral. 

Though I was extremely excited to get home to my family, I was bummed that the trip was coming to an end.  It's really hard to pick one thing that was my favorite part of the city because we did so many things I enjoyed. If I had to pick just one thing it would be the Presbytere. It meant a lot to me to visit the museum that contained so much information about hurricane Katrina. I think it was my favorite part because I remember when it happened. I remember watching countless hours of the news in complete shock of what was transpiring in New Orleans. My favorite part of the trip was the time I spent at Villalobos.  This was my favorite part because I have watched the show numerous times and was able to see with my own eyes the work that happens there. It also opened my eyes to pit bulls, which before then I was deathly afraid them.  While we were there I learned that the people of New Orleans love their city. They have a burning fire deep within to make their city the best city it can be. People there are not restrained by time and schedules and they don't seem to really sweat the small stuff. They are beaming with culture and knowledge and are colorful in every aspect of life. I learned a couple of things about myself while I was there.  The first thing being I am pretty dull.  New Orleans is full of life, spunk, and color.  I live life by a schedule with most moments planned. I also learned that 8 days without my family is a little to much for me. I think about 5 days is my max. As much as I loved the city, I really am a country girl, the hustle and bustle of the tourist and citizens of the city was a little to much for me. I can't wait to go back but I would never want to live there.