New Orleans

I wish I would have written every day that I was in New Orleans, but I was busy falling in love. This city has my heart and has opened my eyes. I'm making some discoveries about myself and about life and it's all jumbled up. What I do know is that we made two dollars playing music in the street!
I've written so many songs in the past few days I just don't know what to do. This city absolutely pumps creativity straight into my veins. I think you all will like the changes in me and my music when I come back.
What to say about my time in this glorious city? This whole place smells spicy but from time to time you'll catch the sweeet smell of this particular flower...
What did we do? It's all this magical blur of waking up to Fiona Apple with morning light shining through Dallas's bedroom window and bowls of fruit over soft conversation in the kitchen. We saw Opera on Bourbon street -though I was more interested in the company- and dipped our toes in the Mississip. We walked into the French Quarter in the sunshine almost every day yet somehow never could get it through our heads how cold the walk home would be.
If you're wondering why I've stopped postring pictures I lost my camera chord in Dallas' bedroom (but I wish I'd have lost something else).
God! There's too much to say! At one point, it poured rain harder than a shower (Haha! Harder than the shower we've been using!) and we danced and sang Panic! At the Disco "...Take a chance take your shoes off dance in the rain, yeah we're splashing around..."
Oh! And you should have met Cody! Her cats are named for serial killers (eh, Ruthibald?). Yes. Wonderful person.
And how strange: we met a kid from Oregon. He gave me a ride on his motorcycle and now I need one. There's so much more, but I just have to cut myself off.
Today we all exchanged goodbyes and I'm both high off of my experience and crushed to leave it behind.
Does anyone else have "Oh Suzannah" stuck in their head?