Today was a travel day. I packed almost everything yesterday, so this morning it was just whatever was left over that I had to use in the morning. Yet another wonderful breakfast from Cindy, my B&B hostess (Monrose Row, two blocks outside of the French Quarter in New Orleans): fennel and dill scones, gluten-free oatmeal muffins, and granola, yogurt, and fruit.
Cindy called a cab driver she knew, who grew up on Long Island, but has been living in New Orleans for 30 years. He served up his opinion that since Katrina, too many of the original residents left because they couldn’t afford to rebuild, and the new residents want to “fix” New Orleans by turning it into a generic American city. What he described sounded a lot like what American aid workers do when they go to a developing countries with their own ideas of how those countries should develop, rather than find out what the people living there want for their own development. I hope he’s wrong about New Orleans.
The flight from New Orleans to Atlanta was on time and uneventful. The Atlanta airport is huge, with little help in the way of signs. I was in terminal B and had to get to terminal T—it was a very long walk to the train, and two stops on the train. Once at the gate, I learned the flight was delayed; the plane was there, but LaGuardia Airport was delaying flights because there were so many planes they were trying to clear out. Once on the plane, the pilot told us that turbulent weather, not in New York but around New York had caused a delay in planes getting in to the airport.
We left about 45 minutes late and got into LaGuardia about half an hour late. Not too bad. It’s cold, but a brisk cold, not a beastly cold. I’m glad to be home. I’m unpacked. And to bed very soon.
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