So after a long 22 days of not working, I was finally awaken around 10:30am by a phone call from crew scheduling. It went something like this…
Me: HELLO! GOOD MORNING HOW ARE YOU TODAY !?!?!
Scheduler: (giggling) I am doing very well this morning, how are you?
Me: I AM A WHOLE LOT BETTER NOW THAT YOU HAVE CALLED ME !!!!!
Scheduler: (still laughing) Is this Zachary Leo?
Me: YES I AM HIM!
Scheduler: I have an assignment for you. It’s a Ft. Lauderdale turn.
Me: Okay, listen. You seem like a nice guy. I have not worked in 22 days. You’re going to give me a turn?
Scheduler: Dang! Don’t worry, man, I’ve got you.
Me: Oh, I didn’t think that would actually work. OKAY!
Scheduler: How about a 24-hour layover in New Orleans?
Me: I WILL TAKE IT THANK YOU!!!!
Scheduler: Have fun, Zachary.
Me: YOU TOO BYE!
Man, was I excited or WHAT!? I was so happy. I didn't have to check in for four hours but still I got ready in less than an hour and headed to the airport. Of course I got there two hours early but I did not care I was so happy to finally start working again. Even if it was only a short, three hour flight.
I got some pizza like I always do when I am at the airport, hung out in the crew room and waited patiently for my call time.
About an hour before scheduled take-off I got to the gate and met my crew. We got on board, did our safety checks and eight hours later, we finally took off.
Yes, I did say EIGHT HOURS LATER. Of course it does not usually take this long to board customers onto a plane but we had a few complications finding a pilot that was legal to fly the trip. You may think that this eight hour delay was a miserable time, and you would be right. In that, though, I made great friends with the crew. It really was fun to simply sit on an empty plane and get to know these girls for eight hours.
New Orleans is a place that I have always known I wanted to visit. It is a place that I have been amazed by since I was in high school. So there were a few places that I knew I needed to see. It was early in the morning and because of the delay I had only gotten a few hours of sleep, so the first place Karla and I had the uber drop us off? Café Du Monde.
Karla and I took our seats and ordered two cups of coffee and two plates of beignets. Which is the best breakfast food I think I have ever had in my entire life. I didn't even know what beignets were, but I do now and that is all that matters.
From Café Du Monde, we made our way across the street to Jackson Square. From the statue of Andrew Jackson to the Cathedral-Basiliac, Jackson Square is full of history and character. I could have spent my entire day there walking around and taking pictures of the statue and the castle-like Cathedral. When we approached the building, there was something going on inside and we didn't want to interrupt so we moved along to the next point of interest.
Okay, who am I kidding? At this point Karla and I were just aimlessly wandering around the streets. Pointing out architecture that was our favorite or that we had seen in movies before. The buildings in New Orleans are so unique; full of culture and each with a story.
On our stroll, we came across this gem! Something I have seen a lot hipster blogs and Facebook but I never knew where it actually was. It is a GIANT brick wall painted with chalkboard paint with lines for you to write something that you want to do before you die. The wall is filled with dreams, serious and playful, that people have stopped and written. Some people wanted to travel the world or win the lottery. Some couples write that they wanted to get married to their significant others. Some people were less serious saying they wanted to "Have a dragon" or "free willy." Either way it was fun to walk down the long wall reading what people from all over had taken the time to write in the blanks. Now I know that next time I go to New Orleans I need to bring a stick of chalk to add my contribution.
I had told Karla early in the day that I wanted to take a walk to the house that was used for the filming of American Horror Story: Coven. The house is in every episode of my favorite season of the popular television show and I wanted a picture of it. She was quick to agree and so we walked the half hour there through one or a few questionable neighborhoods. I still think that it was worth it. The house lives on Jackson Avenue and is just as impressive in real life as it is on the television screen.
We spent some time walking around the house and taking pictures, recalling scenes from the series when you see different parts of the house and the neighboring houses.
The day was getting late and it was time to head back to the hotel for our bus to take us back to the airport. We were happy to not have to work the flight back to our base airport. It was a long and exhausting night/day and all we had to do was take a seat and enjoy the three hour flight home to have a relaxing couple of days off.
That is exactly what I did.
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