I’m 99% Positive it Wasn’t the Voodoo
I want to write a long post about how much fun Hugh and I had in New Orleans but; one of the souvenirs from the trip appears to be a wicked case of stomach flu so, that will have to wait.
Briefly, I can tell you that I’m not a fan of Creole cuisine, the airlines industry, trollish women as airplane seatmates or the act of throwing up barely digested peanut butter. However, viewing Mardi Gras floats up close and personal, exploring the French Quarter and ghost hunting are all worth the price of admission to Louisiana.
Still, I could have done without the stomach bug that hitched a ride home with us, obviously.