A blizzard… in Dallas?
My boyfriend slept soundly to my right. I decided to let him sleep; there was no sense in both of us panicking.
When Sleeping Beauty finally roused from his slumber, I filled him in on the situation. “There’s a blizzard in Dallas, so we’re landing in San Antonio.” I could see the wheels turning.
“I’m not kidding,” I offered. “There’s a blizzard in Dallas, so the pilot said we’re landing in San Antonio.”
The blizzard limited the Dallas airport to one runway, so we stopped in San Antonio to re-fuel. We made it safe and sound to Dallas, just later than we originally planned.
I was only 900 miles from home, but in many ways I felt like I was in a different world, one where they say “y’all,” wear cowboy boots, and love snow (his family had never had a white Christmas prior to 2009). We didn’t make it to a rodeo, but we did eat authentic Texas BBQ and Tex-Mex, visit the 6th floor Kennedy Museum, and see the new Cowboys Stadium (which they refer to as “Jerry’s World”).
In 6 short days, I learned about okra, grits, and restaurants called “What-a-Burger.” You may as well call me a cowgirl…Now I just need to go buy some boots to make it official. 🙂