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I fell in love with a tiny Texas town and now I kinda of want to live there.
Back up...
Since moving to Texas six months ago, James and I had yet to try real "Texas Barbecue". Neither of us are big meat eaters-I used to be vegetarian for a time and James was vegan for years. The heat and humidity just sort of got to us and all we could sample were tacos and salads it seemed.
Now that the weather has cooled a bit, we decided to research and find the best barbecue to try. We were told to go to Lockhart-the supposed barbecue capital of Texas.
Off we went, driving just a short distance from Austin to Lockhart-but it felt like going to a whole new world. Big wide open spaces, yellow fields of hay, longhorn cattle...it felt like the Texas found in storybooks.
The barbecue was great, we had sauce less brisket and home made sausage at a place that's been doing it for over 100 years. I had my first taste of Big Red soda (and my last-that stuff is SWEET) and I realized the greatness of white bread. But what sort of happened during our trip was that I kind of fell in love with Lockhart.
The town is small, around 10,000 people I think and the downtown is just amazing. The hip factor is definitely not present-just honest All American people running little shops in the same buildings their parents and parents' parents did.
Upon our return, I found myself looking up houses for sale there...and of course they are ridiculously cheap. Now, James and I are not at that stage quite yet-but it was sort of strange that I would even find myself considering something like that. All of the changes we've had this past year have really made me think about what I value in life...
Anyway, I hope you are all well! I will stop my rambling now...