Texas is a ginormous state. Nick and I are doing our best to explore our adopted homeland and decided to visit Galveston over Easter weekend. Galveston is another place that everyone from Texas seems to hate. My friends and coworkers all looked at me skeptically when I told them of our plans to visit the barrier island about an hour outside of Houston. I hoped the comments of, "the water is brown", "so much seaweed", "everyone is a redneck- tell Nick to leave the Polos at home", "there are oil rigs everywhere", were not true as I packed my trusted beach wardrobe of sundresses, sunglasses and sunscreen (Except I hate wearing sunscreen, I bring it just for show. See below sunburn pictures for proof). Sure enough just like the Alamo, I LOVED it! I love anywhere with the smell of salt air, the sound of seagulls and drinks poolside.
We made it to the
Hotel Galvez by midnight Thursday- the hotel was beautiful and historic- I could already tell Galveston was my kind of place. I looked over at Nick, hoping it was his kind of place too. Nick's enthusiasm for this trip was suspicious from the beginning. The trip involved, travel, driving and spending money- not Nick's favorite things. When he took the liberty of booking the hotel room himself I knew something was up. Then it hit me- his massage therapist moved to Galveston earlier this year. Sure enough Karen, said massage therapist showed up to give us both messages Friday AM. We also enjoyed a long walk on the beach, stopping at
the Spot for drinks/apps and
Rudy & Paco for dinner. Nick even ordered what he classifies as the best value wine he has ever had at dinner,
14 Hands, from Washington State.
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| Friday dinner at Rudy & Paco |
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| Vacation for Nick = doing work by the pool |
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| Nick in front of the Hotel Galvez |
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| Galveston beach |
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| Nick made me add this one . . . |
Saturday our friends Rob and Kim invited us to a crawfish boil or what I call the southern Lobster bake. Crawfish is a lot of work. Like so much for so little meat. Thankfully Kim was a good teacher and by the end of the afternoon we were shucking like semi-pros. The afternoon was almost perfect, good friends, good food and corn hole but then an Ohio State fan had to go and ruin things, like they so often do. When he found out my allegiance was more of the maize and blue variety he became decidedly less classy about giving us a ride in his golf cart. I didn't really want to ride in a golf cart with a red "O" flag on it anyways. The rest of the party I felt like I was wearing a Michigan t-shirt in the
Horseshoe in late November. It is surprising Nick and I got out of there without beer thrown at us.
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| Rob dishing up some Crawfish |
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| The crawfish was served on giant plastic plates that are hosed off |
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| They are just little guys . . . |
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| In honor of Easter there were several little ducks at the party |
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| Nick wanted to bring one of the ducks home |
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| I am mean and said "no". |
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| My face is the same scarlet color as the flag |
Easter Sunday we drove to Houston to spend the day with Nick's grandparents visiting from Michigan, cousins, aunt and uncle. We went to church and enjoyed an excellent Easter lunch, sadly I didn't take any photos.
All in all a great weekend and
Go Blue!