Right after my writing residency at the Kerouac House I went on a road trip. It only seemed fitting after spending a full season in Jack’s house.
From New Orleans to Baton Rouge, NYC to San Juan, I’ve had a lot of fun before finally returning to French territory…though it’s probably not where you think.
I bounce between periods of recording life in my notebook and of living it. Rather than worry as I used to when not putting pen to paper consistently (maybe I’ll never write again!) I instead embrace these periods as an important part of the process.
I just enjoyed 3 months of uninterrupted solo time to focus on my creative work. What I’ve done since is travel, experiencing new places, meeting old friends and making new ones. Planting the seeds for new stories. Refilling the well.
It’s a lot to encapsulate, but here are a few snapshots:
With beau in tow, I hitched a ride with a former Kerouac House writer-in-residence and her husband for a 12-hour drive to New Orleans.
We were just in time for a beautiful sunny weekend that turned into the second coldest Mardi Gras in the city’s history.
Still, there’s little that can dampen the Crescent City’s spirits. I would love to return and explore the city during non-Mardi Gras time, too (though MG was a ball!)
From there we sought more French influences in Baton Rouge. (No, not really. We went for the amazing Southern hospitality of another writer friend! We never did find the red stick.)
My beloved New York had been battered by a brutal winter, as had most of the country. No blizzards in sight for us on our next stop, thankfully, though it was super cold. It was cool seeing NYC afresh; beau wanted to see the tourist sites and I (mostly) obliged.
By the time we hit San Juan I was ready for the sun and warmer weather. It was a brief stopover on the way to my mystery French destination but I wish we had stayed longer. The colorful streets and the welcoming sea were gorgeous.
By way of tiny airplane we made our way to my beau’s original home, a new part of France for me to say the least.
I’m now plunging into a demanding more-than-full time freelance project (gotta make some money, as you might imagine), but I have been so grateful for this chance to widen my horizons. To be, for a brief moment, a true bohemian.
Though I’ll be slaving away inside now with little respite from work, I’ll be staying on in this side of paradise for a bit longer so nice views out the window are guaranteed.
*My question to you, can you guess where I am? (Clues are in the captions!)