Your downtown area is charming. Your Whole Foods fully stocked with dairy alternatives and rows of beautiful produce. However your drivers are the spawn of Boston and Greater Los Angeles, combining hair-raising lane changes and lack of signals with high speeds. Not what I wanted to navigate at the end of a seven hour drive, dying from terminal menstruation while my three year-old screamed for his musical Thomas toothbrush.
Thankfully Galveston is much lower key. Here’s to a couple of days of rest, relaxation and walking everywhere we need to go.
The Gulf of Mexico framed by roof construction next to our hotel. Not the most scenic of shots, but it sure beats Jersey barriers and squealing brakes.