Once in Texas, Always a Texan...Not

[textileowl]

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.
We sat on the plane for an hour before being told that the plane had a malfunction that required a replacement part.

Said part was in Chicago and wouldn't arrive until 10:30.

The mechanic for said part was in Dallas and wouldn't arrive until 1 p.m.

So we call Aron's mom and go eat breakfast at Bob Evan's at 10:00.
We get back to the Airport and go through security again. The plane was supposd to be ready by 2 p.m. 

It wasn't.

We finally decide to find a different flight to Dallas. They give us the exact same flight, now delayed until around 5 p.m.

It was about four when they told us that the plane wasn't going to go anywhere due to to fact that it wasn't that part that was wrong, but another one and that the flight attendants had run over their hours so they were not allowed to board the plane.

We finally get a different route to Dallas through St. Louis, which I hadn't stepped foot in over ten years. I absolutely love the city and this was not a reunion I had expected, nor appreciated.

The plane from there to Dallas was delayed by the storms that had been in Dallas for nearly two hours.

We finally arrive in Dallas at 10:30 p.m. This is the furthest south I had ever been.

We had no way of getting to Waco because there were no more flights to there from DFW and the voucher the people in Dayton had given us for ground transportation was merely a laugh. They hadn't realized that a large airport like DFW couldn't or wouldn't give out taxis for an hour and a half drive. 

So we spent the night in a Holiday Inn and took the next flight to Waco.

Exactly twenty-fours hours from when we were supposed to arrive.

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. 

Comments

[fallenravie.livejournal.com]

Frelling frelling frelling. *twirls*

[fallenravie.livejournal.com]

And I feel like I should say more, so I shall.

Airport protocal sucks in general.

I've been to Texas, and I enjoyed it a lot. Hmmm...my Gulf experience was by way of Galveston, which was very cool. Lotta history. /nerd It was beautiful, though it was a red flag day, and the waves were *huge*

. . . I feel like I should say something about your closing paragraphs, but I don't think it's my place, and I'm sure you agree.

[textileowl.livejournal.com]

You know, there are days that I would love for someone to give me some idea of how we look to the outside world. Then there are days when I believe that it is no one's business.

Then Aron goes and surprises me again, making everything perfect again. He called this morning before I had to go to work, waking up at 6:30 to do so.