Folks, we’re in Texas. It’s true, everything is bigger. Even the, well, everything. But, before I gloat the glamor of Austin, let’s backtrack a bit…Many exhuberant thanks to City Park and The Front Gallery for hosting us in New Orleans, and to our most gracious hosts, Billie and Jessie, who saved our wilting vessels from the indestructable heat. And to every creative soul pulsing through the vibrant veins on the Louisiana coast. Ayo! (bAYOu!)

And ode to the road! And new crew! We now have Dan from South Carolina with us, and Tiff from Florida. Also, we anticipate an evening arrival of Billie and Jessie, who are previously stated saints based out of Nola.  AND Sara(h) Lee and Eliza from Greensboro.  Ahoy.  Landship at capacity!

So yes, back to the bus….yesterday was incredible. And an incredibly long ride over to Austin. But we learned more about bus living, including: how to use a typewriter, suspend and swing ourselves from the interior ceiling rack and how to ask fellow roadsters for donuts. (With proper signage.) I admit, I left Nola with one very poignant disappointment, which is that we never stopped for a plate of those delicate, delicious donuts from Cafe Du Monde. (I think they call them beignets.) The donut hunt is on though. I was just informed that there is a very scrumptious ring of dough waiting for me at “Ken’s” in Austin.

Meanwhile, we’re feeling very lucky to be here with Austin Green Art. We’re situated on an idyllic, expansive vacant lot, sandwiched between aisles of traffic and skyscrapers. We had a few media personelle on site this early morning. Catch a glimpse of the unfolding tents, which wouldn’t have happened as smoothly without the help of a local summer camp

http://www.myfoxaustin.com/dpp/good_day/070609_from_trash_to_tipi_village

Thanks, Randy, Dave, Romeo and pals.

And now, back to the tents.