We have a convent in New Orleans and the sisters had to evacuate. Luckily they were able to get to Baton Rouge and stayed in the home of a kind woman who put them up. She had other people too so they slept on the couch and the floor, but were very grateful for it.
We don't know when they'll be able to get back to New Orleans (actually the convent is in Metairie, just west of Orleans Parish). So for now they were able to come back to our motherhouse in Boston and "rest awhile" after their ordeal. They arrived yesterday and have been telling us stories of things they saw and heard. Of course they were lucky in comparison to others who were stranded on roofs and attics. But just the emotional impact of the evacuation and seeing their city destroyed was quite a trial.
I was stationed in New Orleans for a year back in the late 80's, and I loved the place. It has such a unique flavor with its Cajun culture. We used to go down to the bayou and the people were very receptive to our mission. I once spent a week doing evangelization on Grand Isle with another sister, and it was a wonderful time. One kind older married couple invited us over to dinner one night for a fish dinner. The man said that the trout was so fresh "it slept in the Gulf last night." I feel so bad now to think of all those wonderful people who have been dealt such a harsh blow. May God be with them and may Mary obtain many graces for them.