I recently survived 5 days in the French Quarter. I say
survived because I thought I would burst at some point from the rich food, the
tasty drinks, and the just plain fun of the whole experience. I was overloaded with lots of music, and
quite a bit of history, too, since my friends and I took in a few museum
tours.
This was my fourth trip to the area, and when I am there, I
am just bombarded with evidence of creativity that’s all around us, but
especially in places like this. I attempted to tweet some of what was going on
around me, but I found the multi-tasking a little too difficult. I just wanted
to experience the moments. And by the time I made it back to the Inn, I was
exhausted.
I am not discouraged though. Just because I couldn’t get all
the thoughts and ideas running through my head down right then doesn’t mean
they haven’t set up camp somewhere in a corner of my mind, biding their time
until they’re needed.
