Upon our arrival in Houston we experienced problems with our navigational system. It’s not the latest model, in fact she’s a classic, a 1954 Li, who didn’t consult a map, but listened to two different people who told me to head out on Rt 59 north and connect to Rt 45 south. Huh? 45 miles later the highway ended.
I chalk it up to exhaustion. After 24 hours travelling with two 15 year old boys we had arrived at the Houston Airport. We’re doing a house and car exchange and were told that the car was parked on the second level of the C terminal. The elevator indicated that parking C2 was actually on the 4th level. This, in a city that housed Ground Control for NASA? An hour later we found the car and headed north on 59.
We made it to Galveston, a few hours late, and took it easy this morning on the deck where I finished the first half of the ruffle on the second C’est LaVie.
The boys are having a grand time. You know you’re in Texas when two teenage girls from next door swing by to check out the two Canadian teen boys – on their horses.
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