Steph and I couldn't figure out how people in local establishments often knew to ask where we're from...until my roommate, who's a Texan, enlightened us. She said the head-to-toe black likely gave us away as Northerners. Interesting, huh? Discovering and seeking to understand cultural differences is one of my favorite parts about travel.
When a trip comes to an end though, I always hope that the spirit of travel will carry over into the day-to-day. The unbridled enthusiasm, the thirst for adventure, the willingness to go out of the way to do something simply because it's fun. The very necessary rest and restoration. The pace that's slow enough to search for and find beauty.
The final two days of Austin are chronicled here. May we all keep the lovely place weird.