Texas. Where groups of clucking woman stop you on the street to chat about wine, work, and give you sage advice such as "remember y'all, only talk to strangers if they're rich!" in that rich southern drawl. Where bugs the size of small rodents frequently plow across your path and where you're name always begins with "Miss" or "Baby". I'm back from an unforgettable visit to my wonderful Texas family. This year, we decided to fly instead of making the unbearably hot and long car ride across the state. There's something magical about being on an airplane and seeing the world from a completely new perspective. Our plane took us past an incredible storm, with pink lightning lighting up the whole sky. We flew over cities and saw traffic snake along roads like Christmas tree lights. I found myself thinking how cool it would be to have a dress designed to look like a city in the night. It would be black with shining yellow glass beads sewn in little clusters around the dress. On our return flight, it was exciting to see the lights of Oakland appear. I was looking down on the city that will soon by my home. In Texas, my aunt spoiled me rotten and took me to my fist spa adventure. There's something so special about getting a massage from a person and knowing that you won't also have to massage them back. No 5 minute trading like it is when my sisters and I massage each other... Just me getting my shoulders rubbed for and hour... This visit was full of firsts! I also went to Six Flags for the first time with my cousin and his family. By the end of the day I had lost my voice, my legs were sore and when I closed my eyes I still felt the ride swirling me around. Overall it was a success. And of course, a staple in every visit to Texas, the family trip to Ol' South Pancake House to indulge in massive amounts of Dutch Babies (pancakes smothered in butter, lemon and powdered sugar). Our family's undying love for these decadent pancakes can be seen in the fact that the waitress had to call backup in order to bring all 19 of them to the table... In order to pass the time until the food arrived I played a complicated game of tic tac toe made up by my cousin's youngest son. It involved lava, bombs and an unexplainable rule that somehow ended in his winning every time. All of these special trips and adventures were great, but my favorite part of the trip was getting to sit around with my family and talk. They are loud, witty, playful and loving, and I already look forward to the day I can see them again.
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AuthorHey, it's Kerry:) I have 2 older sisters and they both started a blogs... so naturally (being the little sister) I joined the bandwagon. So here I am! I hope you enjoy, if not... well go find something else to do. :) Archives
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