I don’t know why I worried. I knew once I was on the plane, nothing else would matter.
I’d left the house a mess, a list of chores for Link and Chip, and a few twenties on the counter to keep ’em alive til we got back. What’s to worry about?
We opted to let Link off the hook, and instead drove ourselves to the airport early Friday morning. Long-term parking seemed like a better idea than being at the mercy of the city’s only metro line. Sometimes spending a few bucks more is worth less hassle.
Our plane took off right on time and before we knew it we were stepping off the plane in Austin and instructed at every corner to Keep Austin Weird. We were going to do our best.
Our first stop was Ruby’s BBQ, a rustic little bbq joint recommended to us by a native Texan who had been there a few times with his son. It totally lived up to our expectations – run down, hole in the wall, great food.
We’ve often wondered if we would be able to call Austin home and part of the reason for flying there first was to see for sure. We could certainly sustain ourselves with the bbq, but the traffic was more than we could bear. We were warned by said native Texan, but we weren’t prepared.
We hung around for a while, checking out the river, checking out a nearby lake, checking out some neighborhoods and then we just checked out. Austin wasn’t feeling like home.
We mumbled and grumbled all the way down to San Antonio. Even the interstate was FULL of people, all stepping on their brakes. We want an up and coming area to live in, but we also want to be able to get around without stop and go traffic. Surely there’s a place like that somewhere out there.
We finally arrived at our hotel, just in time for the much earned, much needed free drinks. The rest of the evening we kicked back, relaxed by the roof top pool, and planned the rest of our vacation. With a full day under our belts, we were ready for some big Texas excitement, and I knew just who to ask….