This week I made a trip to Houston, a wonderful city, for a business meeting with my friend, Alice.

This week I made a trip to Houston, a wonderful city, for a business meeting with my friend, Alice.

On our way there we realized that Galveston and our fantastic Gulf lay only a few miles from us and we could hear it calling on a psychic level you understand. You know how you smell the water, fell the breeze and hear the waves without really being there but with all the wishes you can muster. And bless it all you’re aware how much I love the waves but we only had a couple of days we could spend before having to make it back home.

With the Gulf calling we made a pact that we’d go down and have dinner on a pier before we had to leave but the universe had other plans. The rain started…..pouring……and it didn’t stop until we were well on our way home.

So the dream of that glorious water is left for yet another time although the two of us whined all the way home sounding like that little aggravating pig commercial.

Incidentally, just for both our information, a nice young man told us that when you do go down to eat in Galveston, do so at dusk because the Gulf looks so very nice and the odors are divine. Actually he offered to show us exactly where to go as well and informed us that his other favorite place to go was the same as mine, “The Redneck Rivera” real name, Destin, Florida.

At least I can dream.

Da Juana

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