Date: Sat, Dec 2, 2017 at 11:03 AM
Well I haven't heard back from you yet but I literally don't have anyone to talk to besides Alejandro, and he's busy, so I'm writing to you again.
New Orleans is a cool city. I don't like it as much as Guadalajara. It's too touristy for my taste. At least the French Quarter is. It's packed with drunk tourists until late at night, and after that apparently the freaks come out. At least, that's the case for Bourbon Street. Just one block over, the flavor of both the businesses and the crowd changes dramatically. But Alejandro won't let me go out by myself. He's always been overprotective (it's the Mexican way, I think), so it might not necessarily reflect on the city. Although after what happened in Mexico City, I tend not to question him on that.
St. Charles Avenue is charming, though. It's a little less touristy (or at least the tourists here are less drunk). It kind of reminds me of Summit Avenue in Saint Paul except with a trolley line, and overhung by enormous winding tree branches (I don't know what kind but they're really cool; I attached a picture. Tulane, Alejandro's school, is nearby. I haven't been in it yet, just by it on the trolley. Alejandro said he will give me a tour on Monday.
Oh, and just in case you were wondering - I know I would be - we are sleeping in separate beds. Alejandro has been good on his word to stick to his side of the room. So... there's that.
Anyway, I thought I would just let you know what I'm up to (and not up to), and thank you again for being my confessor. It will all turn out right.
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