On our own

We moved into our own place, though I think we'll still be spending plenty of time down at Camp Hope. It's exciting to be a resident and be part of the community we are working in. We are in a small efficiency a few blocks off the Mississippi River, a block from a po' boy deli and about 5 blocks from a large dollar store (the main shopping opportunity in the slowly recovering St. Bernard Parish, where Wal-Mart and most grocery stores haven't reopened) and a community center.
I rode my bike around the parish for a couple of hours this afternoon, and had fun seeing the ferry landing and the Chalmette National Battlefield and Cemetery. Most of the Revolutionary War soldiers who died in the Gulf region are buried in the cemetery, a mile or two from our apartment.
I'm sure that's haunted, along with everything else here in "Da Parish." I've heard many great ghost stories since we arrived.
Well, we have been to New Orleans once so far - to see the craziness on Bourbon Street for Halloween. Tonight we are planning to see the real French Quarter (the part locals visit, not drunk tourists). Should be fun.