We went to a farm today. It is only about 15 min by bus and they have riding horses, a cow, some sheep, and goats. And a cherry orchard where you can freely pick as many cherries as you can at at the spot. It is awesomely undeveloped without any modern playgrounds, picnic areas, or parking lots. You arrive by a bus, sit on the grass, and play hide and seek among the trees. The kids looked so happy. They were just kids. They forgot all about Spongebob, and computer games, and Hannah Montana. They were digging in the dirt, picking wild flowers, and chasing birds. And of course, they had the biggest kick out of feeding the cow and the goats various leaves they picked around.
So we were all thinking how nice it would be to live here and do this all the time. That was till we got home and listened to "Rock with the Hot 8". They all started to dance and sing and it was just sooo obvious that they are New Orleanians. They need Mardi Gras beads, crawfish, and beignets as much as they need to breathe. They need to be in the hot, muggy, stinky New Orleans summer because the fresh air of Czech meadows would kill them.