Day 3: Woke up to a thunderstorm. A looong ride through Austin to the hotel. A big reunion w/lots of hugs. I met people I didn’t know existed. For dinner, we went to a FANTASTIC German restaurant with live music on Fridays. Apparently, it was the most fun this reunion had had in 30 years. Great food and family.
Day 4: Day 4: Up at 7:30 and headed down to breakfast. Went to a “lazy river” outdoors… with a few rapids. I lost my water bottle when I went through one of the shoots. I wiped out and my hat was completely soaked! My cousin lost her M & M’s and decided to float around to strangers and tell them her sob story. I was attacked by a bird. No sunburns!
Went swimming with a three-year-old and helped with the little guys. Got cleaned up and the whole troupe headed for a fancy Bar & Grill. It was beautiful! I had pan-seared talapia and basmati rice. Lots of family fun! The walk back to the car was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Peaceful. I played with the kiddos until I was tired.
Day 1: Happy trails. Had some unexplainable fantastic Mexican food in one of those super remote mini-towns. Shout out to Silvia’s Mexican food! Woo!
Day 2: One day in Dallas! We’re having a great time here. Spent the afternoon messing around at a shopping mall a few blocks away, and this Mexican smoothie place called Fruta Loca. I ordered a Tormenta, which is storm in Español. It’s a fruit juice filled to the brim with sliced fruits… kiwi, cantaloupe, watermelon, strawberries… to name a few. It’s served with a tamarind candy stick (kind of like fruit leather) and topped with a TON of Tajin, a sour/spicy powder. It was wild! I went to a double A league ballgame. They sucked. And the other team did, too. At the end of the game, there was only one point between them. The other guys won. There were probably only about 40 people in the stands total, but it was fun. Why? Because
A. The hecklers behind us were GREAT and
B. The mascot liked us so he gave us free stuff.
As I go on my journey for the next two lovely weeks, I can’t help but fear a few things.
Will the people I meet be nice? Will they welcome me? Will I just be another tourist?
I hope that all is well, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’ll forget something. Something will go wrong. “Where’s the sunscreen?” “I thought you had it!”
I don’t want to feel unprepared. I always over pack. However, I am thrilled to be leaving home. Something always excites me about stepping out and going away from the nest to find something new and beautiful. It will be refreshing to me. Lovely, like a little bit of sunshine in the rain. I hope I can enjoy it that much.
Well, I’ll be off soon. Maybe I’ll document my whereabouts.