I've experienced this three times in my life...all of which happened in New Orleans. And before anyone asks....yes, I was completely sober. Lol. I'll give the first instance now...then decide how much I care to divulge in a later blog.
It was my first trip to NOLA. I had been dreaming of it for months! The gals and I had a blast but one thing was missing. I had not yet been to Marie Laveaus tomb. We had just finished breakfast at a place called Mothers and were standing outside...and that's where my memory goes kapluey.
The next thing I know is I'm standing in front of her tomb...about 18 blocks away from where I just was. My friends with me said my face went blank and theb I took off at a dead run. They said I weaved in and out of traffic and alleyways, but never stopped. They caught up with me just outside St. Louise #1. They said I didn't even look at them. I just held my hand up, said "just a minute" and walked into the cemetery straight to her tomb.
Weird, huh?
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