North America | United States of America (USA) | The American Rockies | Colorado – On the Road again
Hello all…..once again I’m off on another adventure….Let me begin by saying how thankful I am for all the opportunities I have in my life that enable me to live the life I do! A little recap on what Ive been doing these past few months prior to hitting the road again…..Ive been in Florida, living at home, hanging out with the family, and just relaxing. My dad and I started a garden which is or was as of my departure growing wildly…..if you live in the area, please stop by my house and pick some yummy greens!!! but anyways….My dad and I left Jville on the 6th ( i think) headed for New Orleans. Upon arrival we were floored by what we saw…..Nothing coulf have prepared me for the sights at hand. Entering the 9th ward where Common Grounds is located was like entering a ghost town. there was NO ONE anywhere….there was trash (at one point it was someones belongings) everywhere…there were boats deposited in the median of main roads or the front yards of abandonded houses….it was crazy…i found my dad and i laughing just at the sight of seeing something sooo obviously out of place!
Common Grounds is a grassroots organization which began in responce to the fact that nothing was being done in the pooor areas of town to rebuild the areas affected. It consisted of mainly 20 somethings who seemed to be there not only to volunteer but to find a community with which they could belong. It was a great atmosphere…..the community center where we stayed was a church that was gutted with only beams dividing the rooms. THat was dad and my first job, hanging sheets up to divide the rooms and allow for a little privacy. sleeping was pretty much a free-for all with matts on the ground everywhere…it was a great image… breakfast and dinner was served communally and was the time when the days work was discussed. The first day we arrived around 3 pm, too late the go anywhere to work, so we took the initiative and grabbed some rakes, shovels, gloves, and plastic bags and hit the street. After about 3 hours of work, we reached the end of the block and looked up to see that there was the same work to be done as far as we could see. it was a little discouraging to say the least, what we were doing seemed soo incignificant…….that night we went and stayed in a hotel in the french quarter which was up and running as if nothing happened. the next day we awoke and headed to the community center to volunteer….we joined a team headed to a place called placerman about 45 min outside new orleans….after a long drive we arrived only to find that we forgot the tyvex suits required to gut a house due to the speed at which the mold spreads. We were allrather dissapointed, but proceeded to clean the outside of the church and the surrounding area, hauling chairs, windows, branches, and everything else to the street. We helped this woman named ANna…she was soo appreciative and it was really uplifting to work with her because prior to that it was only the volunteers doing the work,…no one else, no New Orleaners (???) were working to rebuild their lives…..she was soo appriciative and said shes asked god for angels and that her prayers had been answered…..at the end of the day we had to leave the island becaus of curfew (most of NO is under curfew either sunset or 8 pm)but before we left we took a little tour of the distruction and i would say about 99 % of the houses were hugely affected by the hurricane…. that night we arrived back to the community center for dinner. they asked for volunteers for security watch….i volunteered as I wanted to give them as much of my time as i could since i was there for such a short period of time….so i signed up for the 4-5 am shift…..I sat outside, It was pretty cold….listening to music and writing in my journal…it was really creepy…at first every sound i heard made me jump.. but then after a while i settled in…at 5 am I attempted to find the girl who was going to take the shift after me, but she switched bed locations and i couldnt find her…so i had to do the 5-6 am shift as well…..about half way through the shift a car started down the street…i saw the headlihgts and tried to duck down…..it was the police which i heard gave common grounds a bit of trouble….they passed without much of a glance…but then backed up, and shown the light in the yard and kept scanning past me and would stop on me and continue,,…it was pretty scary (after the whole tent University thing, i alwasy question whos going to protect me from the police????)….as soon as they passed my dad came out and we both sort of looked at each other…..aroudn 6:30 i woke up the cook and hit the sack for about 2 more hours….that day we ate break fast and then headed to our volunteer jobs…I volunteered to help with the garden (dad had to work that day),, we planted seeds and such…but on the way to the garden i lost them and so i drove around down town taking in the sights….i picked up my dad and took him to the airport….and headed out of New Orleans with Arkansas on my mind……thats all im going to write for now ( the only place i can find internet is starbucks and i dont really want to spend the remainder of my day indoors when im in BEAUTIFUL boulder, CO!!! its a sunny day and rather warm (i’d say about 40 or so!!!!!!)…..I slept in my car last night on some side street ….very exciting…..hope alls well! until next time much love peace and pura vida