Coming out of hibernation: Spring Break in New Orleans

Exploring famous Bourbon Street

Okay, so first of all: My dearest apologies. I know, I let you guys wait way too long for another update on my adventures over here. Most of which were school-related. Seriously, managing all of these assignments can be very adventurous. By now, though, I learned how to prioritize, and how to be a little superficial, while maintaining depth. Trust me, it was hard, but it’s crucial in order to stay ahead of your schedule, and protect your sanity...

There also was a very different, much more enjoyable adventure: NEW ORLEANS! 

For Spring Break, Philipp and I decided to escape the Athens-routine, hop on a plane and explore this country. Many friends recommended New Orleans, and so that was our destination.

First thing Philipp said, when we got out of the airport: “Theresa, palms!” Yes, and sunshine!

A record store to get lost in

Philipp gave you a pretty good overview of our most important activities in New Orleans. So, I’d like to tell you a little about my personal highlight: New Orleans’s music scene. 

I would advise anyone who’s planning on going to New Orleans to stray a little from Bourbon Street. While it definitely offers some interesting kind of evening activities (and Philipp’s comparison to the Ballermann is quite accurate), exploring the other parts of the famous French Quarter is also absolutely worth it. In every other bar here, and I mean every bar, a band was playing. Makes sense considering New Orleans’s unique history of Jazz and Blues, right? Walking down the equally famous Frenchmen Street, trying to decide where to go, is like choosing from an audio menu. Absolutely amazing! Sometimes, though, you don’t even have to choose, just stay on the street and enjoy:

With Louis Armstrong stuck in my head, we went home to Athens way too soon. “Theresa, we should’ve stayed one more day, at least.” Were Philipp’s words, when the bus took us back to the airport. He was right.
Our adventure was not yet to be over though.

A 1 ½ hours delay made things very interesting on our way back home: We missed the last bus back to Athens.
Thanks to our great GLC-friends, we made it home on that day, regardless. (Seth, Grace, and Allison, you guys are the best!) They did not hesitate to hit the road on their mission Rescue the Germans, although the weather forecast promised 6 inches of snow. It’s an amazing feeling to come home to: Having found that kind of friends, already.