Saturday was packed full of exciting events for us down here in Louisiana. We all woke up to English pancakes prepared by Keith, which were normal, but flattened, pancakes, sprinkled with sugar and topped off with fresh squeezed lemon juice from a lemon. I’ve never had anything like those, but I know it won’t be the last time I have them! We left our treehouse at about 10 o’clock, and headed out to the New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival. After spending quite a long time of driving around and trying to find cheap parking, we finally found a spot in a man’s yard, who gave us quite a deal on parking both of our vans. While I walked to the festival with the team, Keith got stopped by the man whose house we’d parked at. He rode his bicycle down the street to alert him that one of the van doors was open. It was amazing that he went out of his way to alert us to that, even though he knew he could have just closed it himself. We walked around in the 84% humidity while it was 82 degrees for a little while, just to find food. Trina found herself some fried chicken right away, but no french fries, which upset her just slightly. Everyone else found some sort of Louisiana food, even some going as exotic as having fried duck. I had to find food elsewhere, being vegetarian. While getting a bowl of spinach and artichoke, I looked behind me and found that everyone else in the group had gotten lemonade. I held out hope that there would be other types of lemonade, so we all kept walking. We looked for a seat in the Blues tent first, mainly to take a load off of our feet as we cooled down from the heat of the sun. After waiting for about five or ten minutes to find seats, we sort of gave up. While moving next door to the Gospel tent, I looked over and saw a stand where strawberry lemonade was being sold. Trina joined me as I purchased one and we met up with the rest of our group in the Gospel tent. We sat in there for a while, listening to the music, and it amazed me at how the singers could get everyone excited about the Lord even with the weather being a damper on the excitement of the day. Maybe it’s just because I’m not used to that weather in April, but it was definitely hot and humid for this time of year. After we were refreshed, both in mood and faith, we just walked around the festival, looking at all of the different things they had to offer for food and crafts. Michaela and Trina got sno-balls, a Louisiana tradition. It was about 2 o’clock at this point, and most of us were already getting tired after having been there for only 2 hours. We organized a van to go back early, and we left around 3:45. We had extra time, so we used it in the best way possible: a trip to Six Flags New Orleans! Of course, it’s been out of service for almost 10 years now, ever since the storm, but fun all the same. We would have gotten arrested if we’d gone in, but it was blocked off with barbed wire and a high fence anyways. We took pictures in the front of the park, and it was too bad we couldn’t go in. Afterwards, we came back to our treehouse for the night, sitting around and eating dinner from whatever food we had left. We ended the night with “Despicable Me”, thanks to the cable provided here for us.
I am excited to see where the rest of this week takes us all, though Keith and Nathan will be leaving us early Sunday morning.