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Texas...was like being in another country.
Looking down from the plane over El Paso, I felt like I was flying over a relief map/model of the southwest; you know, the kind you made out of flour and water in grade school. It was, indeed, hot. El Paso was usually a dry 103 degrees, more or less, but cooled down in the evenings. On the contrary, San Antonio and Austin ranged from an unbearably humid 90 to 103 degrees, which felt like a steam bath.
Overall, the experience was a great one. The wedding festivities lasted 3 days and the bonding between families was unforgettable. Hundreds of people turned out for my cousin's wedding, and even though we bridesmaids had to wear white dresses, it really wasn't that bad, I guess. The bride's family is too cool; her youngest brother Mani took me out for a motorcycle ride, and then for a ride in his 1965 Dodge Dart--in response to my comments that both vehicles were unbelievably awesome. In true border-city Texas style, we stayed out until 5 in the morning drinking with the bride and groom while an old guitar was passed around and we sang/messed up the lyrics to really great songs.
I got to see 2 of my old college buddies (sounds funny saying that) who call Texas their home; a friend Emily had me stay at her house in Austin and I got to have dinner with Alma in San Marcos. Emily drove my family's rental minivan and gave us a great tour of Austin, the live music capital of the world. (Speaking of live music, we got to dance to the music of an amazing 80's cover band that played on Wednesday night.) Even in the midst of chaos (Houston and Galveston were evacuated Wed/Thurs and Emily's family and beach house are/were in jeopardy), the Texans I met went out of their way to make our mini vacation a great one. I'm so undeserving of, and thankful for, them.
Looking down from the plane over El Paso, I felt like I was flying over a relief map/model of the southwest; you know, the kind you made out of flour and water in grade school. It was, indeed, hot. El Paso was usually a dry 103 degrees, more or less, but cooled down in the evenings. On the contrary, San Antonio and Austin ranged from an unbearably humid 90 to 103 degrees, which felt like a steam bath.
Overall, the experience was a great one. The wedding festivities lasted 3 days and the bonding between families was unforgettable. Hundreds of people turned out for my cousin's wedding, and even though we bridesmaids had to wear white dresses, it really wasn't that bad, I guess. The bride's family is too cool; her youngest brother Mani took me out for a motorcycle ride, and then for a ride in his 1965 Dodge Dart--in response to my comments that both vehicles were unbelievably awesome. In true border-city Texas style, we stayed out until 5 in the morning drinking with the bride and groom while an old guitar was passed around and we sang/messed up the lyrics to really great songs.
I got to see 2 of my old college buddies (sounds funny saying that) who call Texas their home; a friend Emily had me stay at her house in Austin and I got to have dinner with Alma in San Marcos. Emily drove my family's rental minivan and gave us a great tour of Austin, the live music capital of the world. (Speaking of live music, we got to dance to the music of an amazing 80's cover band that played on Wednesday night.) Even in the midst of chaos (Houston and Galveston were evacuated Wed/Thurs and Emily's family and beach house are/were in jeopardy), the Texans I met went out of their way to make our mini vacation a great one. I'm so undeserving of, and thankful for, them.