Well then. On our last night on the road we encountered by far the absolute worst hotel of the entire trip. Don’t stay at the Comfort Inn and Suites in Seguin, Texas. Here’s just a few of the issues we encountered:
1st room - water all over floor. Literally, a flood.
2nd room - sheet and comforter dirty. Trim in bathroom gone with nail protruding. Hole in bathroom door.
3rd room - one plug by left side of bed didn’t work. Black hair on wall in bathroom. Something dripping from vent. Drapes dirty and ripped. Needed a dehumidifier in there. My cap was drenched in the morning after just sitting on the desk all night.
We were too tired to change hotels or try for room #4. Should have. Chris was having trouble breathing by the time we got out of there. Did I mention “Don’t stay at the Comfort Inn and Suites in Seguin, Texas!”
To calm our nerves we drove straight over to the only local site worthy of seeing - the world’s largest pecan. 16 feet long. After seeing that two-story tall pistachio back in New Mexico, I feel accomplished in my own operatic rendition of “I’m a nut.” I feel certain that my musical career will continue. At least through our return to children’s camp in June. Are you ready, Columbus Avenue Kids?
Interesting town name we went through. Concrete. Sounds … substantial. Concrete, Texas. Wonder what their high school mascot is? Concrete Blocks? Concrete Foundations? How about Concrete Clobberers? Or maybe, Concrete Conquerors?
Speaking of C-towns … We stopped briefly in Cuero, Texas, to see if Chris’ brothers were home. They were somewhere at work, but we did connect with Mark’s friend and caught up on them a bit. Maybe next time through, guys.
We debated long and hard about switching things up and going all the way down to Brownsville for that last National Park stamp. It would only take a day or two. Practicality won out though. Well, that and a preference for washing clothes in our own washing machine at home.
It worked out that after a quick lunch at McAlister’s Deli, we drove through Chris’ old stomping grounds, Bay City. She snapped a few nostalgia photos of the house she grew up in, the high school she graduated from, and the gravestones of a few of her ancestors for genealogy purposes.
That put us popping out on Hiway 6, not far from Nathan and April and Cailyn, as well as Kel and Christina and their kids (just back from Alaska). Well … why not? It was fun to pop in on them and say hi before heading to the island. And once there, we stopped at Randall’s to pick up a prescription for Chris and at Little Caesar’s for a dinner pizza.
John 16:13 says, When the Spirit of truth comes, he will guide you into all truth. He will not speak on his own but will tell you what he has heard. He will tell you about the future.
Father, the island salt air sure smells great. Amen
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