Tuesday, October 20, 2009

I am Home from Crazy ole South Louisiana


Home! And it is a gorgeous day on the mountain.


South Louisiana is a strange place *laughing* - I mean that fondly, though. The food - lawd be! the food! I ate too much. And forget any "vegetarianism" when you go to So Louisiana. I just shrugged my shoulders and ate the meat when I needed to- although, I still said no to pork! Which by the way, did you know that "ham" is not pork? Nope, not in certain areas of the south. *laughing!* One time I asked if the soup had pork in it, “No Ma’am” said the waitress. She brought my soup—there was stuff floating in it and I asked, “Um, what is that?” She said, “That’s ham!” Okay… laughing! … and that’s happened before, “Oh, I know you don’t eat pork, so I’ll do a nice ham!” haw! Anyway, I’m going to have to detox from all the food running round in my innards.


South Louisianians are crazy and one of a kind. They are wild and wooly crazy. Yes, we all are one of a kind in our areas, but So La’s people are just in their own special category. And talk about football fans! For every ten cars, nine of them sported an LSU sticker—and sometimes more than one and sometimes with flags, too, and sometimes with a Fleur de Lis and Saint’s sticker to boot. And they are busy. Always going somewhere, always on the move, always eating, drinking, laughing, partying-go go go go go go go go go go! So different from my mountain life.



And, I don’t know what it was about my BoopMobile, but several times young men rolled down their windows and shouted out at GMR and I, grinning and smiling and giving us whoohooos and the like. I haven’t a clue why. Maybe it’s the Black Bear on our license plate, or the Friends of the Great Smoky Mountains. Or the Boop. But, made me laugh. Although, one time I saw where there was a camera at a red light, and I rolled down my window and pointed to it like a country bumpkin – the fellow next to me gestured and laughed and pumped his fist in a whoohoo and etc. It wasn’t until later I thought maybe he thought I’d flipped the camera the bird *LAUGHING* - lawd.


The smells are different in Louisiana from here. There are food smells everywhere—you can’t gently toss a small pebble without hitting a restaurant or food place of some kind, and the aromas linger in the atmosphere. But, there’s also the chemical plants smells, and at one place on the interstate on the way home, I had to cover my mouth and nose—it was so strong my eyes burned. I worry about Louisiana in that way.


The noise is something I am no longer used to. I’m a mountain-born girl, but I lived in South Louisiana many years before I moved here five years ago. When I opened my car door to go into the hotel, I was blown back into my seat by the noise! Cars, horns, sirens, people, zoom zoom whoop whoop, awooga awooga, shreee, roarrrrr, va-rooom – it was incredible and I am overwhelmed by it now, but facinated by it as well.


The Louisiana Book Festival was wonderful. I will write more about that later, as I am catching up on hundreds of emails—gark! And I haven’t worked on Secret Graces in days-lawdy be, don’t tell my publishers I said that *shhhhh* Also, I want to read all of your comments, too, and catch up on BlogLand goings-on. But, I enjoyed my panel and thank you to those of you who could make it – and I apologize to those of you who tried to find me and could not. Thank you for buying Tender Graces. Your support means a lot. And thanks, y’all, for stopping by here while I was gone and keeping my blog feeling warm. And thank you Wally Lamb and your lovely wife, C, for stopping by my signing table and buying a copy of my book (and to your wife, Mr. Lamb, thanks to her for coming to my panel. How gracious and lovely you both are.)

The worst part of leaving Louisiana was leaving my friends. I miss them terribly. *sob*

While I am here, I want to give a shout-out to a new blogger. BelleBook’s thriller writer, Mark Nykanen, author of PRIMITIVE, has started a blog. As we all know, when we first start our blog, we need bloggy love from other bloggers! So if you can, stop by and say hi to Mark by clicking on his name here: Mark Nykanen.

15 comments:

Carol @ TheWritersPorch said...

Did you see me waving as I crossed the Mighty Mississippi in Baton Rouge? *sob* :(
Chris said you two had a great time!
Did he give you a hug from me?
I left you a Facebook comment about South Louisiana! HA! xoxo

Deb@RGRamblings said...

Welcome back Kat! Wow, it sounds like you had a fabulous time. Always nice to get back to the open air and the mountains though. I can hear your *contented sigh* echoing all the way over here on my mountain. :)

Sandra Leigh said...

Kat, if I had written a book, and if Wally Lamb were to buy a copy of that book, I believe I would faint right away.

I'm glad you enjoyed your trip to south Louisiana, but I'm more glad that you're back home on your mountain. It's good to see you.

Analisa said...

Kat,
I am so glad you had good time. I think visiting and changing surroundings at times can stir up the creative juices. I know you feel encouraged by the trip!!!

Welcome back you were missed.

A Cuban In London said...

Loved, smelled and, why not? savoured this post. South Louisiana. Heard so much, know so little about the place. Many thanks.

Greetings from London.

Deb Shucka said...

Welcome home. So glad your trip was a success. On my way to check out the new blog.

Susan R. Mills said...

Welcome back. It sounds like you had a wonderful time. I look forward to hearing more about the festival.

Barbara said...

Hi Kathryn, just stopping by to say hello and that I think of you often. Things are really hectic at my four blogs, so haven't had a lot of time to visit. Blessings always, Barbara

Barry said...

Welcome back. Glad you survived Louisiana! And all those tempting restaurants.

Amy said...

I've never been to Louisiana. Sounds like I should go! Glad to have you back!

Karen said...

Glad you made it home safely. But, man, do you make me homesick. How 'bout next time I eat all the pork and ham, and you can run and "detox!" lol.... Welcome home.

Sheila Deeth said...

Cool! Felt like you took me there with you, and I've never been.

Marguerite said...

It's life in the fast lane, down here, for sure! So glad you had fun and that you got woohoo'd by some young guys. :)

Jessica said...

Thanks for sharing! So do you think Louisiana's culture has anything to do with the french in their veins? LOL Just wondering because this made me think of the scene in Last of the Mohicans where the English commander said that the French army would rather make love to their faces (eat) than fight. Heehee!
Glad you had a wonderful time, and yuck on the pork!

Angie Ledbetter said...

Wahhhhhhhhhhhh...come BACK, golldurn it!