On the five year anniversary of the day disaster struck the Crescent City, I find myself reflecting upon my initial introduction and the budding relationship I have built with the remarkable city. My first experience of New Orleans was four years ago today. I stopped through to visit friends on my move to Austin. The timing of my stop made for an awkward first introduction, but one to respect and approach with caution, like adopting an abused pet to shower with love and hope for the best.
Aside from the obvious government inflicted hardships build from years of corruption, neglect, and poverty, the city has always projected a vibrant spirit with a resilient character. The rich history, subtropical vegetation, remarkable architecture and unparalleled funk-drenched musical buffet always offers the perfect escape when I fall prey to the day-to-day blues. Since that first visit four years ago, I have returned time and time again for impromptu college reunions with rambling pals, Mardi Gras, a hurrication, Halloween, New Years, and the like. I find it to be one of my favorite places to escape into timeless enchantment and boozy benders alike.
