Around here, we use the month of February to ready ourselves – both personally and professionally – for our upcoming high tourist season.  Once we get rolling in the spring it becomes time-challenging to book appointments and such.  That’s not to say it can’t be done, it’s just much easier to get it out of the way, now, while we’re still moving slowly.  Included in this effort was my recent visit to my doctor for an annual exam.

I have a love/hate relationship with Facebook.  I love that it brings the world to my laptop, but I hate that it’s a constant game of wits with an unseen entity.  I’ve been on the warpath of late, with Facebook, in my efforts to keep up with the consistently inconsistent changes and the fact that 95% of my blog’s Facebook page followers never see my posts.  I liken it to being in a tennis match with Facebook, only I’m not allowed to have a racket.

Charleston and Scarlett O’Hara.  I’m finally coming out of my road trip fog and accepting the fact that we are actually home and life goes on.  I always have some delicious little what’s next travel plan in my head.  I can’t help it, I’m always ready to go again.  In the meantime though it’s time to get it in gear and get this Bed & Breakfast Inn of ours ready for guests and the upcoming season.

Feeling a bit blue about no longer being on the road, I was searching for a quick fix of inspiration and came across this quote:

“Never make your home in a place. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You’ll find what you need to furnish it – memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things. That way it will go with you wherever you journey.” ~ Tad Williams

I stood on top of a mountain today.  If you know me at all you know the impact of that statement and I had the most perfect moment.  The surrounding silence of my majestic mountain was stunning and I thought to myself, “Everyone should have the opportunity to stand on top of a mountain at least once in their life.”

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.