I'm "Down South"

I knew that it was going to be a difficult cultural adjustment when I was pulling into Jackson and I called my hotel to get directions. I could not understand a word of what the gentleman at the other end of the line was saying and he could not understand me. Luckily I happened to find the hotel despite the lacking directions or address.

Though the scenery reminds me of the Midwest, it is strangely warmer than a typical January day in Chicago. Apparently the area is experiencing a bit of cold front--it was in the 50s today.

As far as Southern food, I have yet to taste any. The hotel recommended a place called "Cock of the Walk" which apparently serves traditional Southern food.