This morning I spent a few hours in Austin visiting the Padrino
, who was in town with K and A and B. (Jenny
was in town too, but my time there was too brief to track her down. Plus, she was romatic getawaying; and really, who wants to be around shiny, happy, romantic getawayers? Um, get a room, people.)
And, I must say, although I’ve been there countless times, I’m always thrilled by something new
. Or several things.
is a place like no other.
A place where hippie, meets yuppie, meets country, meets rock and roll, meets traditional, meets progressive, meets collegiate, meets fanatic, meets laid-back, meets latino, meets tex-mex, meets politics, meets creative, meets corporate, meets organic, meets queso.
I’ve been in and out of it my whole life. I’ve lived there twice as an adult, two different times in two different decades. My little sister grew up there. My family originated there. It’s home. And it’s obnoxious. And it’s fantastic. And it’s proud. And it’s insecure. And it’s amazing. And it’s annoying. And it’s wonderful, just wonderful.
And it’s wonderful to see it for the first time with a few new friends.
K, B, SRV, A and the Padrino
And it’s really fun to be there for the millionth time with family.
The Padrino and me.