In just a few hours, I will be in a different land: the land of Mardi Gras. I am driving from the ‘burbs straight into the decadence of New Orleans. We are going to view what could be argued as the most ridiculous crew this year: The Intergalactic Krewe of Chewbacchus. Long live the Wookie!
Today, I ran across a map published by Tufts Magazine that explains somewhat why I don’t fit in sometimes with the button-up missionary types I meet at conferences. Someone with too much time on his hands arranged a map of much of North America according to regional differences, showing each locale as a separate nation based on ethnic origins and cultural patterns.
This map explains a lot. I am not a redneck, nor an Appalachian. I am a native of New France. I didn’t grow up on boiled peanuts and corn pone, nor moonshine. When I grew up, we had good food, and we could drink openly.
I found a new website that some of you may like, especially if you are a woman living abroad. It’s called Velvet Ashes. The current post is about thriving, and readers are asked to submit comments or stories about what it takes to thrive, especially in relation to living abroad.
See ya’ next time I serve up something at the Gumbo Pot.