It was not a non-stop so I had to get off in Memphis and board a second plane. Both flights, nice and short. Got to Houston and picked up the rental.
Two beds and cable.
Friday night I visited with Amal and Noor and smoked argilla til after midnight. Went back to the room and bounced on the beds for awhile, took a 30 minute hot shower and slept for a few hours.
Saturday--retail therapy. Amal had to work and I shopped. Everyone is so dang friendly in Texas! Each store I went in, they greeted me so nice. Somewhere about 1pm I decided to drive to Dallas for dinner. :| Dallas is no where near Houston. Nice chinese buffet and some pleasant conversation and I am back on the road to Houston. I decided to take a different route. Not such a good idea. I ended up on a longgggggggggg darkkkkkkkkkk road (Rt 35) and got headed to Austin somehow. Now it is 4am and I am lost beyond belief. You can drive 2 hours easy and find nothing. At 5:30 am I was lost in downtown Houston which looks remarkably like downtown Chicago. Back to the motel at 6am and crashed for 4 hours. Checked out, went to Amal's again and stayed with them til 1am. Left for the airport for a 6am flight. Got lost again, good thing I left early. Two more flights and I was back in Chicago.
As I left Texas, I set all my memories and pain on the ground. I left the last 5 years sitting there on the runway and came back a new woman. I have not cried once since getting back and I don't think I will.
I am hooked now tho! I want to travel all over ! Next is a beach to walk on with a cup of coffee. Who lives near a beach?
Jackie


