Galveston, TX wasn’t much more for us than drive-through, quick stop to sleep for the night kind of a place…or so we thought going into it.
The houses along the ocean-front are contrasted big and small, new and old, beachy and more like mansions. But I can imagine that each person living there is in some kind of dream world most of the time, entranced by each wave crashing into the beach.
Of course, because it’s touristy and it was the weekend, the state park right along the ocean was completely full, as well as a few of the more well-known high-end RV parks. We managed to find the Bayou RV Park, and the people working there were so kind that we were happy to stay.
When we arrived we had some work stuff to get done so we set up out on the picnic table overlooking the bay. Not a bad place for a make-shift office.
Because I’m constantly thinking about food, I didn’t really get much work done–just found a place to eat for the night. There was a place close by that sat right across the street from the ocean and down the road from the amusement park in Galveston (which is awesome for me because I could watch the Ferris wheel lights all evening.) It was a place called “The Spot” but “The Spot” was just one part of this restaurant. They had the “Tiki Bar” and some others that I can’t seem to remember right now. The set-up was confusing because you could pick which kind of atmosphere you wanted then go to that restaurant all withing “The Spot.” Apparently this place is old houses that are built together, which works for locals but for a tourist you just have to find somewhere to sit and hope for the best. The menu had coconut shrimp and the “Tiki Bar” had TVs to watch the Iowa State/Kansas game, so we were happy. Apparently 60 degrees is too cold for Texans because they had the patio screens down and the heat cranked up to about 90 degrees. But at least they had coconut shrimp. And a pina colada served in a coconut shell. ISU won the basketball game (yay!) and we decided to head back home.
I thought that the part of Galveston we were in was mostly tourists, but apparently there were some locals, because on the way home we found ourselves witnessing a full-on kicking, screaming, punching (and probably some spitting), fist fight in the middle of an intersection while we were sitting at a red light. It seemed to involved 3 cars and 4 people. 1 vs 2 in the fight (the 1 was winning) and them some lady in another car tossing a whip-looking thing around to try to break up the fight. Before the light turned green, everyone was back in their cars and headed down the road again. All that was left behind was a baseball cap that some fish will find in the ocean later.
This morning we woke up to sail boats on the bay and ducks enjoying their morning swim. We are headed to Louisiana to discover more Southern charm.
More adventures tomorrow…