I sleep through the whole flight to New Orleans. The pilot's announcement wakes me up and I sit up looking around, still in the sleepy haze. I feel like I have been sleeping the whole day but it has only been four hours.
The fight touches the airport and then we depart. I take my duffel from the compartment above and get out. I walk without really knowing where I am going and I decide to take a cab that will get me to the city. From there I can know where to spend the night and figure out my next steps.
I get in one of the taxi parked at the airport gate and the taxi driver takes off. He is one of those chatty ones even by looking. It's not long before he sparks a conversation with me.
"Visiting?" he asks.
"Yes," I say curtly.
He looks at me through the rear view mirror. "You will love it, especially now, the tourists are so many in the city, so many festivities."
