There is an age-old saying; money can’t buy happiness.  I think I could argue the point.  Money bought this and I’m pretty damn happy right about now.  Have we been traveling like this for the past eight weeks?  Absolutely not.  This little slice of paradise is the result of a substantial withdrawal from our points bank, but that’s a story for another post.

Did you ever arrive somewhere, full of anticipation, and almost immediately realize it wasn’t going to do it for you?  You can’t quite put your finger on why, but you know you’re not feeling it.  That was our nearly immediate reaction to San Antonio, TX.

This morning, while waiting for the start of our historic Austin walking tour, we were privileged to watch this young bride and her handsome Marine exchange vows.  January 19, 2014, the start of their life together.

We are back in the land of pick-up trucks and oil refineries – can you guess where we are?

I wasn’t sure what to title this post:  Southern Hospitality is Alive and Well?  The 25-cent Martini? The 3-Martini Lunch?  Happy Birthday to Me?!  So, fueled by a 3-Martini lunch I thought I’d just start writing and see where it takes me.

It would seem, when the great minds of engineering laid out the path of Interstate 10, they said, “Hey, let’s keep it simple; just mow down the forest and slap on the asphalt.”

When you travel in the winter it’s pretty much a given you’re going to deal with cold weather.  We know this.  We traveled to Paris in January of 2013 and had a great time, despite the cold. Cold, yes, but Polar Vortex cold?  That’s just pushing it.

I can tell you I am not a boot-stomping yee-ha kind of fan of Willie Nelson. However, I am in fact a fan of his well-known hit, On the Road Again.  Seriously, is there any other song out there better suited for a road trip?  I think not.  But if you’ve got some suggestions, I’m listening.

You’ve heard of Harpers Ferry in West Virginia, right? And, maybe you know a little of the history, but as we discovered there is so much more to the story.

Yesterday, we watched the odometer turn over 3,000 miles. GPS has guided us well. We crossed another time zone somewhere in Tennessee between Nashville and Knoxville. For the most part I’m already having trouble remembering what day it is and where we’ve been.