This past weekend, David, Elijah, and I headed to New Orleans primarily to celebrate Abuelo's 95th birthday. Hadley, Elijah's friend who he met on their humanitarian trip to Africa, joined us.
First stop, of course, was a late-night trip to Sal's Sno-balls.
After visiting Abuelo Friday morning, we went to Jazz Fest. David and I headed to the Fais Do Do area first. The band sang in Cajun with an accordion, washboard, and foreign-sounding accents as they talked about their music. The first time I met a person from Cajun country was as a teenager at boarding school in Natchitoches, Louisiana. After a short conversation, my new friend's accent puzzled me and I asked her where she was from.
"Eunice," she said.
"What country is that in?" I asked naively.
We wandered to the different tents: Gospel, Blues, Jazz, Congo Square, Costa Rica Heritage, and wandered through the craft and art tents.
We listened to Jason Marsalis, from the famous New Orleans jazz family. Kermit Ruffins on the trumpet was my favorite with his amazing vocals that were reminiscent of good old Satchmo.
These two got matching shirts:
I was supremely disappointed that there was no crawfish bread this year, but we settled for crawfish bisque and shoe-sole pralines. Elijah and Hadley had Roman Candy and snowballs.
We weren't able to last all day. The crowds became overwhelming, so we headed out before the big-named musicians performed.
And then went back to Abuelo's where David and Brian gifted him an impromptu dance while we sang.
French Quarter: Jackson Square
We continued the tradition of lighting a candle for Abuela at St Louis Cathedral
Eating alligator in the French Market
Visiting Tio Daniel at his stand in the Market:
Raining in the Quarter
Hansens sno-balls. David' got wonderful flavors: rose mint tea with ginger cayenne
Saturday night birthday festivities with the family
Funny lines of the night
#1: "Elijah, do you find it ironic at all that you are beating your cousin with a pillow that has the words "Be nice" stitched into it?"
#2: Of course, the first thing Hector talked about when we first arrived in Nola was Elijah's wife and children who were seeking alimony (all for Hadley's benefit, of course). On Saturday night, when we were razzing Elijah more, Hector said, "Come on guys, leave the poor boy alone," at which point we all broke out into uproarious laughter since Hector was relentless with his "alimony" line when all 4 of his sons were teenagers.
Singing to the birthday boy:
Of course, another trip to Sal's.
We gave Hector Sr. a large-print non-fiction book for his birthday--something he has been enjoying lately. New Orleans is magical with all of the memories wrapped up in making new memories, talking, laughing, loving.
On the plane home, I asked Elijah if any of the musicians at Jazz fest inspired him.
Elijah: "Why would I be inspired by Jazz Fest, I'm already the best guitarist there is!"