Atlanta, GA

We officially crossed our last time zone this afternoon and are once again traveling on Eastern Standard Time. There’s something a little sad about being back on Eastern Standard Time; I can’t put my finger on what it is exactly though.

When we were driving through Florida and Alabama I saw signs all over the place for boiled peanuts, and it made me think of my grandfather. Every Saturday morning he used to go to the flee-market and eat free samples the whole way. Whenever someone would visit he would take them to the flee-market and pretend that boiled peanuts were some great delicacy. Unknowingly we all tried them and immediately realized they were not very good at all! Meanwhile my grandfather would be standing there with a grin on his face laughing.

Today I was reading one of our guidebooks and now have a better description of the Hostel in New Orleans for you. The guidebook describes it as bohemian and says that it used to be a brothel. I’m sure this helps paint a better mental image. Upon arriving at the Atlanta Hostel I learned that it too was once a brothel. Interesting.

When we checked into the hostel the girl at the desk told us to bring everything in from the car and then as we were emptying the car some random guy walking by warned us as well. After being warned twice, I’m going to take that warning very seriously. Having a stolen/broken into car is never a good time.

For dinner we went to Gladys Knight and Ron Winans Chicken and Waffles Restaurant, and it was the full southern experience. I decided to have sweet tea, fried green tomatoes, fried chicken, and peach cobbler. Mmm Mmm good! It was my very first plate of fried green tomatoes and they were served with remoulade sauce. I don’t know exactly what remoulade sauce is, but I’m a fan of it! My stomach isn't thanking me so much for so much fried food, but my mouth sure did as I was eating it.