I had a delicious seafood gumbo in New Orleans last night. This time, it didn’t come from a pack of Zatarain’s. Actually, it very well could have, but it was delicious nonetheless.
On the drink menu the description of a Hurricane drink read, “in New Orleans, we don’t run from hurricanes, we drink them.” I’m glad the citizens of New Orleans have a good sense of humor.
-Alex
Bourbon Street in the French Quarter. It was rainy and humid and really really weird. We loved it.
Casa Rio on the San Antonio Riverwalk, home of the delicious meal we will soon consume like starving vultures.
UFO museum that we just barely missed attending in Roswell. The whole town gets really into the alien vibe. The Mexican restaurant we ate at had aliens dressed up like a mariachi band on the wall.
Needless to say, we’re all believers.
A real live tarantula we found outside of our campsite in Benson, AZ this morning. Apparently these beasts are actually found in nature. Don’t worry though, they don’t have enough venom to do any serious damage.
Tucson, Arizona home of the Sonoran Dog at El Guero Canelo. This dog consists of a hotdog wrapped in bacon, topped with onions, tomato, pinto beans, mustard, mayo, jalapeño sauce and probably something else delicious. Also, the menu was in Spanish and they had Jarritos. Win.
Despite the barbed wire fence on the side of the road, Monkey and I climbed over (or under in my case) to take a picture with this magnificent cactus.
