Before getting there, Dorothy and I were concerned that our drive through Texas would be very long, but more than anything, that it would be boring. We hadn’t heard about Hurricane Alex yet. As it turns out, our drive through the lone star state wasn’t dull at all. The first bit of Texas that we saw was, naturally, the state sign on the side of the interstate. It said: “Welcome to the Lone Star State. Remember to drive friendly…the Texas way.” The sign was riddled with bullet holes. After a few more miles on the interstate, we noticed large black things appearing on the road. What were those, we wondered.
“They look like…”
“No way, it couldn’t be…there are so many of them!”
Well they were. Tarantulas. And they were many. And many ended up squished (given the size of the beast, I’d image these particular “squishes” were impressively loud) under our tires.
Before we knew it, we found ourselves driving under dark clouds with rain pounding down on the hood of our car, and lightning flashing all around us. We proceeded, very slowly, to a small town several hours outside of Austin, and found a cheap motel to stay at for the night. Dorothy was excited to hear her very first in-person Texas accent (Dorothy is a connoisseur, of sorts, of different accents). We walked into the office and were met with the smell of curry. Dorothy looked disappointed, as her prospects of hearing her first accent seemed to melt away with each waft of chana masala coming from the back room. A very nice Indian man came out to give us a room key and tell of a diner just down the street which he said was excellent. “They serve hamburgers and french fries!” His dinner smelled better. We fell asleep that night, happy to be sheltered from the storm and in such an obviously exciting state.
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