Once in Texas, Always a Texan...Not

So I did tell about how Aron and I were supposed to be on the plane to Dallas from Dayton at 6:00 in the frelling morning, right?

We were. ( Thus begins the longest three hour tour I have ever been on. )

After that everything went pretty smoothly. Aron's dad picked us up at the airport and we spent a day at his grandparents. Went and saw the farm. They had a bunch of cows and calves of various shades of color and age.

The next day we drove to a camp site about a two hour drive from Waco on our way to a place called Rockport or some resemblance of that.  It wasn't that impressive.

We went on to the coast the nxt day at like six in the freaking morning. I don't know what it was but Butch sure did like to wake up early. Drove me crazy, and Aron, too. It rained the first morning we were there. I woke up being rained on, which shouldn't happen considering we were in a camper. But it soon stopped or we stopped the leak, I really don't remember which.

Honestly, we didn't do a whole lot when at this place. I couldn't lay because the beach was simply decades of dead clams and  mussels being washed up on shore. Not the best sort of sand. The water was kinda nice, warm though not clear at all. More of a murky green-grey that was really unappetizing.

Aron spent a lot of time learning how to throw a cast-net. A little net that fishermen used to catch bait in. The first day he caught only one fish, though he was much better the next day. It turned out to be the best sort of fishing he could do. Anytime we went conventional fishing, you know 'rod and reel' he couldn't catch a thing.

One of the better things we did get to do wsa go and eat at a place called the Boiling Pot. It was a Creole restaraunt that served  seafood, potatoes, sausage and corn  all boiled togethere anfd then thrown on a table covered in butcher paper. Very cool and very good food. Plus economical, not very many dishes to clean.

We spent three days there on the coast. It was a decent time, albeit it was hot and humid and windy.

It wasn't Ohio, but I had a good time. I don't think I could live there though, it just isn't the same. While the scenery was pretty. I knew it wasn't my home.  Aron belongs there and he knows it. Their entire family knows it. I just don't know if he realizezs that it isn't mine. Or maybe he does, it could be while he's all pissy now with being back in Ohio.

I simply have a feeling that it's not the same anymore.