A few years ago, I was in San Francisco and had a pretty decent time. I was locked up in Alcatraz, I broke some laws on Castro Street, I ate some Chinese food, I saw some big otter-like critters, you know, the important things. But beyond a quick long weekend, I’ve never spent much more time there, or really ever considered it to be a high-priority city to explore.
I was pretty darn fortunate though, as a work conference crated me up and shipped me out to the other coast for a week, and Gabe tagged along for a few days of it!
Doughnut Devouring at Dynamo Donuts.
I’m feeling like I’m in high school. I’ve got a crush, one that I’m not supposed to have. One that I never thought I would have, but once I dipped my pinkie toe in, I was head over heals.
All I can say is that Austin is sunny surprise of a city. Maybe it’s not all that surprising, really, since half the people I know seem to be having the same thoughts.
Maybe it’s because it’s Texas. And maybe because I tend to think things out well in advance and try to set a bit of a course for myself to follow. Well either way, spending a few days in Austin really changed my mind. I mean, it’s moved itself onto my shortlist of “places I could live if jobs didn’t matter.”
Before I start planning my next trip (wait, I lied, I’ve already been doing that), here’s why I love Austin…
Firstly, I am really digging this WordPress app for iPad. Given today’s circumstances of travel nightmares, it’s quite fitting that it’s my first full day using this beautifully shiny iPad.
This morning I left DC bound for south Texas to spend some time with Gabe’s family before heading to Austin to celebrate my birthday. I woke up bright and early to make my 8am flight. And as these things go, after getting there I was notified of a weather delay. It seemed rather innocent at first, but having just a 1-hour layover in Atlanta, I was a bit concerned. Cutting to the chase, one delay after another, I didn’t make my flight…er, my flight left without me.
Catching up on last weekend’s get away, some photos of the beautiful Shenandoah National Park in Virginia mountain country are definitely required. So glad I was able to get out there while fall was still in full swing!
How many times have I done it? Stayed at a lackluster hotel/motel/flea-bag because of the golden words “free continental breakfast?” A lot.
And I can complain about a lumpy bed, or my “free hbo” not really working or limited water pressure. I’ll complain, but I can usually get over it, if I am travelling on a budget, which I usually am. I go back to the line my mother (who likely will comment on this) used to say when we’d travel “how often are you in the room anyway?”
Strawberry, pineapple, blueberry smoothie = better than "free continental breakfast."
I’ve been to Montreal for two quick jaunts before, but it’s been a couple of years, and I had never stayed more than a day. I always know when I had a good trip somewhere because a day or two after I return, I am looking for an excuse to go back or planning my next trip there. This is definitely the case with Montreal.
Rickard's Red in Montreal
I went up for a nice 4 day weekend, in the spirit of friends, food and democracy– it didn’t hurt that there was some nice sunshine involved either!
I swear, though, some travel gods must be pretty mad at me right now. My long weekend trip was flanked by two
down right ridiculous excessive flight delays.
I started the trip taking off from DCA, and using up my premature arrival time to go back to my friends at the Delta Skyclub in preparation for a great and busy weekend. I was thrilled to take off on time, and arrive in Detroit for a quick layover, but definitely with enough time to grab a quick Detroit lager and National Coney Island Greek salad. And then I realized I actually had enough time to brew the beer and age the cheese myself as my flight to Montreal was delayed a whopping 4.5 hours. I’ve had some bad delays, but this was definitely one of the worst. But of all places to have such a delay, I am really glad I was in Detroit, my hometown.
So I promise that I’ll get better about updating regularly, or at least semi-regularly, while traveling. But well, I dropped the ball slightly on my first trip since launching.
It was off for a catholic-filled weekend in the Rio Grande Valley! As usual, I was prepared to overeat, drink lots of Mexican beer and sweat. And I did all of them, with emphasis on the eating.
So, I get mad at Delta, sure, but is it just because I almost exclusively fly them? I mean, all airlines mess up and suck at times, right? Well Delta, I take back all of my cursing, because getting upgraded on 3/4 flights over the weekend was pretty damn great…. even with delays and being stuck at the Memphis airport for 7 hours. Note to self: never let your medallion status lapse.