The butt of almost every beach joke in Houston. And, historically speaking, not my most favorite place in the world. I have been pulled over on my way there (as I was speeding to not miss my race... yes, the irony is hard to miss :), I have encountered suspiciously large rodents there while chasing impossible to see meteor showers (because of the "convenient" light pollution), I have seen quite a few friends get their cars stuck in the sand there... Ah, the fond memories!
But you know what? All of that is now forgotten! Because a spur-of-the-moment decision sent me that way a weekend ago and I was able to see this historic little town in a whole new light. And it also made me realize that I have not given Galveston the time or attention it deserves. I think a historic tour of Galveston is in order the next weekend I'm around...
Perhaps by then, both Chewie and my car will have finally gotten rid of the pounds of super fine sand we dragged home? :)