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Remember how I said Baseball and I wouldn't really become best friends when I wrote about my trip two years ago? Well, I finally found somebody I really made friends with! It is a longish, egg-shaped piece of sports equipment. Game on: it's football night in America! Crayzay! We were lucky enough to get tickets to the New York Giants vs. the Washington Redskins match (and no, I am not going to tell you how much we spent on them... ). It had rained all day but the weather god finally had mercy on us and generously granted us a slightly chilly but dry evening at FedEx Field. I had found a motel within walking distance to the stadium which proved to be a really fortunate choice! Image all inhabitants of the city of Marburg to decide to jump into their cars and drive to a place that is only accessible through about 3-4 routes... And now image them doing that all at the same time! The atmosphere on the parking lot is really cool, though. People put up little pavillions and barbeque, drink or play games in merry anticipation to the game (of course this is also a great way to escape the horribly over-priced snacks and drinks inside the stadium).
Our seats were located in the very top section of the stadium which gave us an amazing view on the field as well as on the Washington skyline bathed in the warmish red sunlight at dusk. We cheered for the Giants and boy, we bet on the right horse! They totally took apart the Redskins. Vivid energy not only filled the field but also roared through the lines of the many spectators. These guys just know how to party! And I felt quite privileged to have gotten the chance to be a part of it all. The Giants pretty much slaughtered the Redskins and won with an outstanding 4X to 14. Once again I had to think about the way things a
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It has been two days since we took off from New Orleans but my thoughts still circle around the countless impressions and events the Big Easy has left me with. Of course we didn't escape the typical tourist stuff; from begneits at the Café du Monde to a steamboat lunch tour up and down the Mississippi River on the Natchez and all of it was great fun.The city's real magic, however, happens in your mind. The smell of patchouli creeping out of the numerous little voodoo stores, the mysterious shapes and shadows wandering about the streets during nightfall, the little gas powered lanterns that barely shed enough light on the pavement to see where your next step is taking you in the streets a little remote from famous Bourbon street where the music never stops playing and throats never get dry.... All that invades your thoughts and makes you wonder, as you look up the beautiful yet daunting colonial houses, what the streets of Nola may have witnessed during their long and eventful history. A mighty mist of mystery wraps around the beautiful Vieux Carré as you hear a jazz tune played on a lonely trumpet echoing from the little park by the waterfront. Dreamy, scary and incredibly haunting.
Thank you, New Orleans, for an unforgettable experience. We shall meet again.