How about the South?

My first trip to the Deep South took me to Houston, Texas. I had heard a lot about Texas, none of it made me want to go there. 

It was December when I arrived in Houston for the first time. Just turned 30 years old. We were coming from the snow and cold. We left from Albuquerque N.M. most recently and drove to my buddy Patrick's mom's place in upper-class suburbia, Houston. We stayed only a day there, long enough for Patric's mom to get some work out of us.

We left after a pleasant time at Patric's place. Went to a little country town called Brookshire. I met some pretty cool people, and the country was pretty in a way I never saw before. Being from California, it was flat by my standards. The bright, warm days were nice. 80 Degrees during the day, 60 at night. The nights in the country made me think of every Western story I have seen or read.

Since that first time, I have been all over Texas and all I was told about the Lone Star State was right on, or WRONG. And Texas has a lot of places to see. Example number one; Sam Houston's cabin. It is not much except the history of the man that built it. Example number two; The Alamo. Texas's most famous piece of history. And right around the corner is San Antonio's world famous River Walk.

Texas is a big place. My favorite place is a toss up between Galveston and Lake Texoma. 

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