We were pleased to see our bags plunk onto the baggage carriage at the airport in Houston – the first leg of our big adventure. In fact, one of our bags was the very first one out! So far, so good. Had that luggage gotten lost, I’m not sure what we would have done. As we waited for the shuttle that would take us to Galveston, our port city, we became obsessed with trying to remember who sang the song Galveston. This obsession, I fear, is a preview of things to come in the next few months. When we don’t have television, friends, or family to distract us, I’m afraid we will spend a great deal of time trying to remember useless things (now what was the name of that boy who played the Karate Kid?), and competing to be the first to come up with the meaningless fact.
Our shuttle finally arrived to pick us up, albeit late, and we were on the road to Galveston, sharing the same shuttle with about 25 fellow travelers whose ages averaged about 73. Seriously. They were a party of retired airline personnel who were embarking on a cruise/reunion. Anyway, things were going fine until the bus driver pulled into another shuttle stop, waited a few minutes, and left when no one appeared. A few blocks down the road, the driver received a phone call from his dispatcher who informed him that he had left behind several travelers at the previous stop, and told him he had to go back. Unknown to us, our fellow travelers had apparently been quietly seething at the tardiness of the bus driver, and a revolt nearly broke out as the driver turned the shuttle around. They were yelling and demanding his supervisor’s telephone number. Several even called on their cell phones to demand recompense!
After settling into our hotel, we walked down the beachfront to a restaurant that overlooked the water, called Fish Tales. I’m not sure if we were just very hungry, but our meal tasted extraordinarily delicious. The fresh shrimp and oysters came right out of the Gulf of Mexico, which our table overlooked. It doesn’t get much better than that.
By the way, Galveston was sung by Glen Campbell. I don’t know who starred in Karate Kid.
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Bon Voyage! Your lovely sister Jennifer passed along your blog to me since I am a lover of blogs. Can't wait to read about your trip!
Is there something about landing in Texas that makes you need to sing about it? We stopped in Houston on our way to Mexico and the whole time I was trying to sing that 80s country song "Houston". I didn't remember any of the lyrics but one line and I annoyed the heck out of my husband.
Oh, and Ralph Machio was the Karate KId. Tell Bill it just came to you.
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