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ellenkushnerWe love the Hill Country and the liveoaks. We love the Ye Kendall Inn*, a 19c Coaching Inn - formerly the private home of a Texas senator who never refused hospitality to "decent" travelers. (Oddly enough, it's not nearly as pretentious & tarted up as the website tries to make it appear.) We love our room ("Laverne") with its "tester" bed & 2 (non-working) fireplaces. We love sitting in rockers on the 2nd floor verandah outside our room, drinking wine or typing. We love eating at PO PO Family Restaurant. We wish we had a giant truck (and a larger apartment) so we could bring home all the fabulous regional Eastlake-y furniture in all the antique stores lining Main St. (We did buy a green glass lemon juicer, which has apparently been missing from Delia's life for just ever. Who knew?) We love Delia's old friend Becky (the model for Elinor in Through a Brazen Mirror, and now I know why!) and her husband John (who is working on the first mission to Jupiter) and their many pregnant cows.
We arrived late Tuesday after a typical day of travel (for us): woke up in Sister-in-Law's highly decorated (well, she is a Decorator) house in Cleveland on the third day of Passover. Ate matzoh. Checked airline. Plane going to be an hour late. Begged S-i-L to take us to airport just a little later than really convenient to her schedule. Got to airport. Plane delayed a further 2 hours. Got new seats on later connection to San Antonio. Typed stuff. Went up in air. Read stuff & squirmed in uncomfortable seat. During landing, watched watch nervously as time to make connection elapsed . . . . Got off plane. Asked if by any chance connection was leaving later than scheduled. It was. Ran for connection, made it. Got off plane. All our luggage unexpectedly had made connection, too! (thank you, American Airlines!) Picked up rental car, expressed hunger to Avis lady, who (after kindly informing us that the town we were headed for is pronounced bernie, not borne) warmly advised us to stop at Rudy's BBQ in Leon Springs. Stopped as sun was setting. Drank beer & ate flesh of cow that did not die in vain. Called Sister-in-Law to thank her again, and to savor the contrast a few hours can bring in this world we live in.
*And yes, I am aware that "ye" means "the" - but somehow. . . I just . . . can't.
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deliasherman was issuing her version of the trip report - put them together and you'll know all.
We arrived late Tuesday after a typical day of travel (for us): woke up in Sister-in-Law's highly decorated (well, she is a Decorator) house in Cleveland on the third day of Passover. Ate matzoh. Checked airline. Plane going to be an hour late. Begged S-i-L to take us to airport just a little later than really convenient to her schedule. Got to airport. Plane delayed a further 2 hours. Got new seats on later connection to San Antonio. Typed stuff. Went up in air. Read stuff & squirmed in uncomfortable seat. During landing, watched watch nervously as time to make connection elapsed . . . . Got off plane. Asked if by any chance connection was leaving later than scheduled. It was. Ran for connection, made it. Got off plane. All our luggage unexpectedly had made connection, too! (thank you, American Airlines!) Picked up rental car, expressed hunger to Avis lady, who (after kindly informing us that the town we were headed for is pronounced bernie, not borne) warmly advised us to stop at Rudy's BBQ in Leon Springs. Stopped as sun was setting. Drank beer & ate flesh of cow that did not die in vain. Called Sister-in-Law to thank her again, and to savor the contrast a few hours can bring in this world we live in.
*And yes, I am aware that "ye" means "the" - but somehow. . . I just . . . can't.
ADDED: While I was writing this,
deliasherman was issuing her version of the trip report - put them together and you'll know all.