What the hell have I been doing?
Advice from someone who has been doing it since she was 8.
One that pushes us slightly beyond our comfort zone but not too much because life (particularly in the spring) is supposed to be enjoyed.
The seconds (or minutes) of preparation before the journey begins, the purr of the engine starting, the anticipation of a slow build-up, the moment when all of it comes together, and you go.
All my recommendations for having the best time imaginable in the ever-quirky, ever-cool Texan city.
Just because you have started feeling this way does not mean that you are never going to enjoy travel again or that you aren’t supposed to be a wanderer.