Monday, June 6, 2011


New Orleans, Louisiana. It's hot hot hot. Staying at the raddest hostel of all time. Backyard barbecues and afternoon naps. Creole cookin' in the French Quarter and strolls through cemeteries. Travel-induced moments of panic and talks and walks to make it all better. Being on the road makes you feel alive and free, but also sensitive and vulnerable at times. Big things are little things and little things are big things. Observing how I react to situations and how I best deal. When in doubt, walk, read, write, meditate. They seem to fix me up every time. Time for $3 hostel breakfast and a car ride to Austin, TX. Blaring tunes and bathing suits.

[Love your life]

[Cemetery hangs]

[Words to live by]