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When traveling, one of the most important things you can have to make your life easier is a cell phone. I can’t tell you how helpful having a good one has been, from wandering the alleys of Fez in Morocco, to finding a quick hotel in Salzburg, it’s a tool that is simply amazing for the modern traveler. I remember being in Moscow before the advent of the smartphone, and comparing that to my travels now, it’s really unlocked the world.

However, having a good smartphone comes with a price.

It can get stolen and it can get broken.

There’s not much you can do about the first situation, then just keeping your wits about you. But there is a lot to do about the second. You should certainly have a protective case of some kind, and an extra layer of tempered glass in place.

I already had both of those in place, but to quite a boring design. For about the same price as a case anyway, you can go the extra measure and get it truly personalized.

This is my first time getting a kind of sponsorship. When I got in the email word from GoCustomized.com that they’d ship me a free sample of their product for a review, I jumped at it. It’s really quite exciting. Especially when it was about getting a new personalized case for my phone.

Of course, I went with the Saint Facetious logo design, which came from the cover of my book, How It Ends.

I got my wife a new phone case a while ago. But for Samsung. Samsung cases, like Apple cases, are super easy to find, both customized and bare. The selection of custom phone cases that GoCustomized offers is a lot wider though, and was happy to see that it included my Moto Z (though a Moto Z Force, rather than a Moto Z Play, but the sizes are the same and it fits fine), which is not an easy phone to find a useful case for, let alone a customized one.

From customization and order to delivery here in Prague, it took about one week, so that was a pretty quick turnaround time. It helps that they print it not far away, over in Amsterdam, but the printing turnaround time is really quick.

custom phone cases

is that the same hand model featured on Zoolander?

The case as you can see, is the gel type. It’s pretty thin and sleek and doesn’t give too much extra body to the phone, though it does feel like it gives a good padding to the edges and the corners. The quality itself actually feels better than the generic gel cover that I had on the phone before.

the case is cool, but I mean, look at that hand!

The design print is high quality and exactly what I had asked for, which is my logo and the cover to my How It Ends novel. It really is picture perfect, with no pixelization or anything, and everything, from buttons to plugins, fit snugly and work. Where the design is placed feels like a rubber material, so it offers a good grip.

I can firmly get behind this product, and when I or a friend need another phone case, I won’t hesitate to suggest the site. The case is certainly staying on my phone.

Don't hesitate to check it out for yourself: GoCustomized.com

Here’s a little video of my opening and my first thoughts:

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The Big Easy. The Crescent City. NOLA. All names for the same awesome city. New Orleans.

The city has always been one of my favorite places to visit in the US. It’s filled with culture, life, music, and some the most delicious food the Americas have to offer.

When I was a kid, I remember having to ride long hours with my parents from Oklahoma down to South Louisiana to visit my family. I hated the long drive, I hated the stifling heat, the choking humidity, and, what for a fat kid, seemed like absolutely nothing to do.

But as I grew older, I began to appreciate it all that much more. The memories of the treacherous car rides have since turned into idyllic travels listening to music with my dad. What was once nothing to do, now seems like hours spent listening to the weird odes of my old cigar-smoking grandfather, with Louis Armstrong spinning on the vinyl. Our perceptions evolve as we grow older, and even the worse times can sometimes seem good in memory.

a street in NOLA

The Crescent City is one of the most historical cities in the US, with all its old town architecture still intact. In this sense, it’s one of the few major US cities to even have an area that can truly be called an “old town.” Founded at the beginning of the 18th century by the French Mississippi Colony, it was lost to the Spanish after the French and Indian War (the 7 Years War for Europeans, or as I’ve always liked to call it, World War 1/2) ended with the Treaty of Paris.

It came back to French rule until Napoleon, strapped for cash while fighting the British, sold it off to President Jefferson for nickels on the dollar, including much of the middle of North America which had been only markedly explored and was already inhabited by people who weren't even aware of the cash transfer. Land exploration back then was thus a lot like oil exploration these days.

Bourbon Street, proving New Orleans is still wild

New Orleans was a wild place, with lots of not only pirates, prostitutes, ne'er do wells, and slave traders, but also freed men, musicians, and skilled craftsmen. Most famous of the pirates were the Brothers Lafitte, who helped Andrew Jackson protect the city from the British during the War of 1812. The Battle of New Orleans was the only battle the US won in the only war which saw DC burn to the ground.

I won't lie. New Orleans can be dangerous. All my family warned us of this over and over. But it's like any city. Stay in the touristic areas--which means, for the Big Easy, the French Quarters, Marigny, downtown, and the Garden District, and don't go off hustling for drugs or prostitutes, and most certainly don't go down any alleys hunting down no Madame LaLaurie expecting for some kind of divination into your future affairs. Don't do any of that and you'll be fine. Also, that "voodoo mama" that tells you you can sleep off the mescaline on her couch is definitely going to steal all your cash and leave you to Jonny LeNonbon.

The French Quarters

This is the premium district of New Orleans. It’s possible to never leave this area and still be completely happy with your visit. That’s how I managed this last trip with my parents and wife. I don’t mind venturing to the seedier turf myself, but I know my parents aren’t so keen on it.

Looking down Chartres, towards the cathedral

Any visit starts with Jackson Square and drinks in any of the bars around. There are always painters on the street at work or selling, professional musicians on the benches jamming out on their down time, and Tarot card readers ready to make some stuff up with their magic cards. There’s a really affordable place with cheap cocktails that opens right onto the square, Café Pontalba, where you can enjoy all that atmosphere under a fan with a giant weirldy named cold daiquiri like Angry Pirate or Mama's Toothache.

your fortune is waiting to get read... and waiting... and waiting

Then just walk around for a bit and soak in the beautiful French and Spanish colonial architecture. Supposedly Paris looked more like the French Quarters does until Napoleon III knocked down most of the neighborhoods in favor of large boulevards (supposedly because it’s harder to block a boulevard with a protest and furniture blockade ala Les Miserables).

Mixed drinks are definitely the flavor in New Orleans, so abandon any preference for beer you might have. There are some microbreweries starting up around South Louisiana, but in general they all just taste like watered down versions of what they’re supposed to be. So if you’ve got time and you don't believe me, you can check them out for yourself while listening to some live jazz (though where in New Orleans can you NOT see live music?) at the Crescent City Brewhouse.

the horny gator at Tropical Isle

Bourbon Street is the evening mainstay of the Quarters, lined with bars all having their own live bands, with the parties always flooding out on the streets. Women often run around collecting bead necklaces by showing their boobs (I’m not sure why, but I won’t complain) and it’s generally just all non-stop crazy. Most bars open around two in the afternoon with the first bands coming on, and the street is the easy recipe for the 24-hour drunks that stumble around the town, one reason that earned the town's nickname as the Big Easy.

Start off at the insanely cheesy Pat O’Briens, in operation since 1933, where you can get your street-ready hurricane—a rum filled fruit cocktail that’s usually a slushy—and witness their famous flaming fountain. The interior courtyard is honestly a pretty relaxing spot, the tourist drink isn’t even overpriced, and the whole complex contains four or five different bars, including a dueling piano bar playing all your favorite Top 40s.

that fountain is lit

Then onto Bourbon Street itself there’s the Tropical Isle chain of bars, each with their own musical theme--none of them tropical--and all famous for their hand grenades, a lemony slushy rum drink that’s served in a plastic grenade. Two of their bars do zydeco, another rock, and another blues, and you can bring the drinks you bought in one of the bars to the others. Out of their bars, I found the Funky Pirate Blues Club to both have a top notch musical lineup and a great bartender with full knowledge of sazeracs, a New Orleans rye cocktail mixed with bitters and absinthe.

also served are hand grenades

Another club of note that we hit up was BB King’s Blues Club, where they serve a solid cocktail list and have nightly live music, though their blues tends to be on the pop-side of a major scale, as one might tell from the owner’s name. It’s near the French Market, so a little less touristic, but pop neanmoins.

For walking around, make sure to peak inside St. Louis Cathedral, a really beautiful 19th century Catholic cathedral, and on to the Old Ursuline Convent, which dating 1745 makes it the oldest building in NOLA.

St. Louis Cathedral

What to Eat

The Quarters, like most of the city, smells of fish. Fresh fish, blackened fish, fried fish, smoked fish, rotten fish. This is a reality that will always exist in New Orleans. When you’re there, you know you’re in a place of seafood. The food is outright.

The Quarters though might not have the best food available in New Orleans, as a lot of the spice and seasoning that Cajun and Creole food are famous for have been toned down for tourists. But there are spots that are still pretty rocking. I really enjoyed the poboys and gumbo at Napoleon House (a 1940's hole known for its gin Pimm's Cup mix) on Chartres and St. Louis. A poboy is a type of sandwich on a baguette usually stuffed with some seafood component, like shrimp, crawfish, or gator. If you feel like a walk, head over to Mulate’s Original Cajun Restaurant next to the Convention Center on Julia, which probably serves the best hands down gumbo in New Orleans, and is a one hundred percent Cajun place, complete with zydeco music in the evenings.

The Napoleon House

For breakfast, the choice is clear. You’ve got to hit up Café du Monde for an order of beignets, or French donuts served with lots of powdered sugar and no holes. It’s an outdoor café, is always packed, there’s always a street band belting out Louis Armstrong songs, and they only serve beignets and coffee, so don’t be picky. Another breakfast I thoroughly enjoyed, a crawfish eggs benedict, was dished out at the Royal House on St. Louis and Royal. But really, it’s not hard to find good food in New Orleans, just go anywhere.

Where to Souvenir

New Orleans is full of really fun souvenirs. By which I mean voodoo dolls and Saints' gear. If you want to find the cheapest and widest selection of souvenirs all in one spot, then head to the French Market. It's an outdoor market along the riverside with nearly a hundred vendors selling crafts, home-printed shirts, and Chinese-made goodies alike. It's great location means you can hit it right after eating some beignets, and then enjoy a hurricane while listening to some more great outdoor blues or jazz music at another outdoor patio café right next door.

the French Market

Where to Stay

I've been to NOLA half a dozen times at least, and I must say, my continual favorite place to stay is Le Richelieu. This is mainly for their insanely awesome customer service. They once screwed up our order and sent me and two friends to the penthouse suite, complete with a private sauna. Never mind that New Orleans IS a sauna--a dirty, smelly, public sauna--but it was sweet nevertheless.

Last we stayed was Hotel Provincial, which as an old hospital and possibly haunted spot, definitely gives Le Richelieu a run for its money. In seriousness though, it's got a pretty relaxing pool and great staff as well.

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Our journey went from our week on the Florida beach to the Castles of the US, and then onward to Louisiana where we got to visit my extended family. They’re all centered in Lafayette, the capital of Cajun culture in South Louisiana.

As far as tourism goes, there’s probably not much to see in Lafayette, though it is a beautiful city in and of itself, filled with scenic bayous and low lying homes that blend in with the swamps, it's a bit sprawling and somewhat converted by the main brunt of pop-American Walmart culture. With the exception of the local university, complete with its on-campus gator-filled swamp, and its annual jazz festival, which is easily one of the best in the world. There are also a great deal of swamp tours around Lake Martin, of which I'll talk about in a few weeks.

The gator-stocked swamp on the University of Lafayette campus is probably the most unique thing, and the easiest way to spot a gator. During some festivals, students even have canoe racing across the swamp, which probably helps the school's average GPA.

An unusual warning in the middle of the University of Lafayette

But first, a history of Louisiana and what is the difference between Creoles and Cajuns, something every visitor will wonder as they see these ubiquitous phrases.

The Cajuns

The Cajuns got that name from a series of accents that got harder and harder for Americans and Frenchmen alike to pronounce. Originally, they were Acadians, but the name devolved to Cajuns, pronouncing from Akadianne, to Akadien, to Akadjien, to 'Kadjien to 'Kadjun. This is why those everyone calls themselves Cajuns, they also call Cajun country "Acadiana".

the middle of the UL campus but a common scene for Cajuns

The Acadians were from France, fleeing religious persecution during the Wars of Religion. They landed over in Acadia, Quebec, then a French colony somehow open to non-Catholics (granted, along all their travels, they apparently got tired of persecution and became Catholic along the way). The English though took it over, and as they were pissed off that the French there continually sided with the French crown in everything, like in the French and Indian War (7 Years War, for Europeans), they decided to just get rid of them all. So they ethnically cleansed Acadia, killing and driving away everyone who was French and/or native there, and renaming the land Nova Scotia and New Brunswick.

a typical oak with its branches spreading like roots

If you were Acadian, a few things might have happened to you. You were brought to a different part of the colonies, where you were forced into slavery for a set number of years (called indentured servitude, where the set number of years was usually, but not limited to, 7, and you generally were treated better than a black slave, but not by any large measure). You might have had worse luck and been sent to the Caribbean, or if you were somehow truly blessed by God, you might have just gotten deported back to France.

giant snapping turtles relaxing in the UL lake

Once in France, you didn’t know what to do since your family hadn’t lived there for a couple hundred years. That’s when you’d answer the weird Spanish guy at the tavern, because boy has he a deal for you. Why not serve the Spanish crown and settle in Louisiana? You see, Louisiana had just been recently acquired, and it was filled with French speakers, and they needed a larger population to fend off the savages and the English (often confused with one another). So they packed up and hit the bayou. They weren’t the landed class of French that were already there, but rather made a kind of subgroup, as they bred with the Indians and freedmen, though remained white to varying degrees of color and greasy hair. For those who were more black, skip down to the Creole section.

a gator waiting for drunk college students

Cajun culture is centered around Lafayette, which is about a two hour drive from New Orleans, across a vast and awesome swamp. They were generally not the caste of plantation owners, as those folk were usually the pure white folk who descended from the original French colonists of the area. Because they weren’t pure white and could barely speak English, they were often known, especially in the military, as “coonasses”, which is the probably not PC way to refer to someone as "the ass of a black guy". The Cajuns were usually hunters, trappers, fishermen, and accordion players. So maybe I picked up playing the accordion because it’s in my blood.

the Mid-City Aces playing zydeco in New Orleans

Cajuns today don’t speak much Cajun French though and have largely assimilated with the standard white Louisiana culture, which has largely assimilated with the modern American white culture. The culture is in its death throes, identified only by a vague lingering interest in their zydeco music, hot spicy food, and their overuse of the fluer-des-lis.

The Creoles

The other half of Louisiana is defined as the Creole, which is to say the mixed ancestors of African slaves, Native Americans, Cajuns, and the bastard children of the high Frenchmen of the plantations. Creole culture truly swelled just after the Civil War, when all the black slaves high tailed off the plantations and headed for New Orleans. For quite obvious reasons, they weren’t much interested in anything that had to do with farming, so some picked up other trades, while others became artists and musicians. Many Africans were trained as musical entertainers of their former masters and played the white-folk music popular at the time, like Bartak and Beethoven. But many just had music in their blood, as the only way of release from the harshness of laboring 16 hours a day. They would sometimes gather and praise the Lord in the only way they knew, with tribal beats.

New Orleans is the crown jewel of Creole culture

Mix that Bartak and later Debussy with African tribalism and you’ve got some real magic. You’ve got jazz. New Orleans was one of the only cities with large populations of blacks to survive the Civil War (Atlanta was nearly erased from the map by Sherman), and served as a real capital for black freedmen. Teaming with this mixture, just overflowing, and in a couple of generations, you had a real lineup of genius musicians born. Where once white people had shunned and outlawed “race music”, after Louis Armstrong and his folk hit the scene, whites were thirsting for it.

a street band playing some hot jazz

But not only jazz came from New Orleans. Following the gambling boats up the Mississippi, wherever blacks went, they brought their rhythm, and blues was born too (and rhythm and blues, which is the record company way of saying "race music"), and in the swamps with the Cajuns, there came zydeco. New Orleans was and is truly the soul capital of America.

Language

French was the mainstay language for several hundred years, whether it was from the original French colonists, the Cajuns, and also the Creoles. It’s only been in the past fifty years that English has taken over. There was a pretty steady cultural cleansing from the 30s, destroying the non-English culture and bringing it into the mainstream. I’ve great grandparents that never spoke a word of English, but then my dad’s generation doesn’t speak a word of French, nor do any of my cousins. There are still some bayou folk that speak Cajun French, but it’s largely dead as a language, and will be dead as a culture in a generation or two. There are some movements to revive the language and culture, but that’s mainly limited to the aforementioned whacky accordionists and musicians like Lee Benoit and the recently passed Buckwheat Zydeco.

Now the language is mostly on display as catch phrases, like "Laissez les bons temps roulez" or the Saint's football slogan of "who dat".

walking down Bourbon Street in New Orleans

Food

Creole food then is different than Cajun food. Where Cajun is French-based, with rich sauces and sautés, Creole is more red beans and rice and soul. You can find some good Cajun food in New Orleans, like at Mulate's, but it’s not a common thing. For the most part, you’ll get the not-as-spicy Creole. But also, in most touristic districts, they tone down the spice all around because tourists really can’t handle that crazy hot bayou food.

best place in NOLA for Cajun food

Creole food, as my Cajun cousin tried to explain to me, is a lot more tomato-based. Red beans and rice is the main dish, along with fried catfish, fried okra, and fried whatever else you can think of. There’s no overly clear line between the two, as there’s a huge overlap in Cajun and Creole cultures.

my uncle's gator sauce piquant

My favorite Cajun dishes are crawfish ettoufee, gumbo, boudin, and gator sauce piquant. Crawfish ettoufee and gumbo both come down to a brown roux, which is basically a braised flower. The roux in ettoufee is baked into a sauce—the Creole variant adds tomato—and gumbo is made into a soup, mixed with okra, andouille sausage, and whatever’s in the fridge. Boudin is a super spicy mystery meat mix stuffed in some pig intestine. And is pure awesome. Sauce piquant can be made with any meat, but is best served with the slightly chewy gator. As the name implies, it’s also properly spicy as all heck.

my all time favorite Cajun food: boudin

Capitals of Culture

As you see, Louisiana is a real jambalaya of culture. And anyone wanting the complete tour of it, should get out of New Orleans and also witness Lafayette and the other villages, like New Iberia or Breaux Bridge. As Lafayette is certainly an Americanized city, the University of Lafayette campus is at least something to see, as are the restaurants Blue Dog and Ruffino's. At Randol's, you might even be lucky enough to witness some proper zydeco played by one of the last of the breed, Lee Benoit.

 
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