After flubbing up mightily telling people all summer that I was going to New Orleans and going to Kenya instead I finally got to the Big Easy on December 3rd. It was about a 40 minute ride from the airport to the volunteer housing in St Bernard Parish and I was pretty pooped from a long difficult flight from Nairobi. Over the next week I would learn the who's who of things down here but for the time being I was happy just to be back in the US doing one of the things I had set out to do when I first retired.