After seven intense weeks of work and school, including petite section for Littlest, J and I packed up and led Littlest and my in-laws on a trip to Texas.
I hadn’t been there since my trip with J in 2013. So much has happened since then—weddings, babies, trips, work.
We spent a few days in San Antonio at my parents’ doing the things we know and love—the Missions including the Alamo, eating Tex Mex and barbecue, walking around their historic neighborhood, playing with the dog and bird watching in the back yard. That stop, like all of them, ended a little too quickly, but the next parts were wonderful too: we spent three nights in Big Bend National Park, hiking in the desert and taking pictures and looking across the Rio Grande at Mexico. We ended the trip in El Paso where J and I and sometimes his dad went climbing at Hueco Tanks, that is, until I came down with some awful throat infection two days before going home.
The final afternoon, when I had just gotten back enough strength to do a boulder in the morning, J and I stopped at Whataburger. While we were sitting there looking around at the urban Texas landscape around us, I asked out loud, “Do I regret it?”
J was shocked as he thought I was talking about the trip and getting sick. But no, even with losing two days of climbing to being sick, I was really thrilled with our trip. It might well have been our last trip to Texas for a long, long time, if my parents move away in the coming years.
No, I was wondering if I wouldn’t deep down prefer a different life, in that environment of wide open spaces, of American friendliness, of excellent fast food (though we didn’t fit in a trip to Five Guys this time) and exceptional multi-cultural traditional cuisine.
I talked to a colleague about it when I got back, full well knowing that it was idle dreaming. She said we all wonder these kinds of things, when we move somewhere new, or other events happen in our lives. And of course, since nothing would have happened in the way it has (i.e. teaching, J, Littlest), it’s just daydreaming. But I took extra pleasure during this trip in imagining being in Texas all the time.
Here’s why for anyone who might not get it: