We woke up at the “Beach House” the next morning to sit down to a delicious Tex-Mex breakfast of chorizos and migas. Yum! Seriously, I could eat nothing but Mexican food for the rest of my life and die happy.
Then we packed up the car and started our long drive to Dallas.
Through the middle of nowhere. And I do mean nowhere. Nothing but ranches and cattle and scrub brush for miles and miles.
We drove through a few small towns on the way. Most seemed pretty normal – a general store, a feed store, Jessie James museums, and an over abundance of churches. But one particular town struck us as very odd. The population, according to the sign, said 390. But they had a graveyard there with probably more than a thousand graves. The thing was huge! Half the size of the town itself! We found that very strange and creepy! What is going on in that town that there are more dead people than living?
I think vampires is the only obvious answer here…
Anyway, we finally got to Dallas after about a four hour drive. Actually we swung by Fort Worth first to see Jacob’s friends Trey and Carey’s new baby, JT. Poor Carey had to have a c-section so she was still recovering while trying to keep the baby happy. He sure was a cutie though!
After dinner with the new parents, we headed down to Dallas to meet up and go out with some of Jacob’s friends – Jason and Manoj. Went to a few bars. I didn’t get the same cool vibe from Dallas as I did in Austin. I mean, it was a nice city – and there was plenty of places to go out. But it just had that generic city feel, unlike the inherent hipness Austin exudes.
The next day we had brunch with some friends and then Jacob played tour guide and showed me around. Here’s me in front of the oldest house in Dallas. I finally found a Texas dwelling smaller than my NYC apartment!
During our travels we encountered both aligators and Elvis.
We went to the Grassy Knoll (aka Dealey Plaza) where Kennedy was assasinated. It seems weird that tourist attractions pop up in such negative places. The Dakota, down the street from me and where John Lennon was shot, is another popular tourist spot like that.
This here is the Texas Schoolbook Depository where, if you don't believe the conspiracies, the shot came from...
We hit a couple country western stores, too.
And Jacob got his cowboy on.
I found the oddity I was looking for – a stuffed armadillo drinking a beer. (Don’t worry, I didn’t actually purchase it!)
Then we headed to the airport, where we waited for our delayed flight to take off. We didn’t get back home and in bed til 2am – leaving me sooo tired today! But oh well – it was worth it! All in all a great trip!