Three days… It took us three days in order to get through my heat. Once it was over, I felt like a Twinkey that was over stuffed with cream. After everything that happened the first night, Max worked hard while I was sleeping to make new arrangements for us to meet with my family. It didn’t take too long to fix the arrangements, but it was interesting to say the least.
Six days after our arrival to New Orleans, Max finally got the message from my grandmother on where to meet. She sent us the address to a cemetery in the heart of the city with specific instructions to get into the mausoleum. Once inside, we were guided down deep under the city and arrived at double doors that looked like they were covered in ancient ruins. I clung firmly to Max’s side as we made our way through the door a
