I’m knee (waist, shoulder) deep in my summer of travel. And I have one statement about Texas.
Texas loves Texas.
And I mean that in the nicest way possible, but I’ve never before been to a state that tacks their state name onto every product and every experience. You’ve got Texas Ford and Texas waffles and Texas Six Flags and speaking of flags, Texas looooves their flag. It’s everywhere. I can’t even describe the Washington state flag in any detail. I’m a bad citizen.
So I’m in Texas and I said that was all I was going to say, but you know that’s a lie.
1. We’ve been eating lots of enchiladas.
3. My little munchkins are at home, picking blueberries.
4. In other news, after 48 hours in TX, I’ve just now figured out public transportation. And in conclusion, I can either be sweaty and punctual, or cool and late. This is Matty B’s worst conundrum.
5. My hotel is confused about my identity. I was sent a very kind note…
At least Starbucks knows my name…