This picture was taken along my walk to work every morning the past few mornings. The air was thick with fog. I needed a light jacket. And notice, I walked to work… nearly a mile, and I didn’t collapse from heat exhaustion or dust inhalation. Along the way, I saw flowers, lush green vegetation and the waters of the bay. Needless to say, this was novel, coming from 100+ degree temps and a record-breaking drought.
The trip to San Francisco brought back so many memories of the three years we called the Bay Area home — my first years as a mother. We loved it. Yet, we had to leave, and it was for the best. Visting San Francisco convinced me that the Bay Area will always be home, in a way. I recall a Thanksgiving dinner where Michael and I ate out because we’d just moved from New York. We held hands across the table and smiled at a moment that held so much promise — we’d just moved to a new, beautiful place and I was pregnant. Those memories, and the places they occurred will always be ours, wherever we reside.
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My flight got into the Austin airport late last night. Austin-Bergstrom Airport dates from 1999, and, given it didn’t exist when I lived in Austin in college, I’m still exploring all its contours. It’s been hailed as a great example of an airport that reflects the culture of its city — local food, local art, a stage for music, and special design elements. Every time I fly out or back, I find something unusual and interesting. But this latest discovery takes the cake. At first, I noticed decorative tiles in the women’s bathroom that seemed to illustrate typical symbols associated with Texas.
Cactus…
A guitar, presumably representing Austin’s music scene…
A hot pepper…
And this…
Hmm… Ideas?
I spent like 30 seconds trying to find a chupacabra in the fog overtaking Yerba Buena Island. How about iguana?