Originally Posted by
Kommisar89
Yep, that's how I got to Louisiana...or my ancestors did anyway
Unfortunately my grandfather was the last member of the family to speak French as his primary language. He moved to New Orleans where my father was born and that was pretty much that. If you find anyone speaking French in New Orleans today he's probably a French tourist from Paris.
I knew a guy in the Army who was of Acadien decent from Maine and his last name was Hebert which he oddly pronounced Hee-bert. I couldn't convince him otherwise
Acadiens in eastern Canada are nearly all fluently bilingual. I invite you to think about discovering your roots. Take a drive from the head of Bay Chaleur -- there, that's an example of bilingualism in action: on the other side in Quebec they call it La Baie des Chaleurs -- all the way down the eastern edge of New Brunswick and out to Cheticamp in Nova Scotia. Eat lots of lobster, listen to fiddle and banjo music, swim in the warmest salt water north of the Carolinas. Visit the National Historic Site in Grand Pre, Nova Scotia, from where many Acadiens were deported and the setting of Longfellow's epic poem,
Evangeline.
(Edit added to keep it on a cycling topic: Roads are bit sketchy, not the best bike tour in the world IMO.)