The Falls

The last couple of months have been long and confusing. And I was about to max out my vacation time (not be able to accrue) so it was a forced minication.

We intended to leave early Saturday morning, but I'd been fighting an ear infection for weeks and I was miserable and we left after noon. The car ride up to Marble Falls felt like an 8 hr drive and as difficult as it was for me, I don't think Dp had any fun watching me writhe. *Our plan was to camp but there was still a burn ban in effect and no, just no.*

When we got to the hotel I immediately crawled into bed. Felt safe cause at least I wasn't in the car. I pulled on the blankets to get nice and cozy and physics happened and my phone flew at my face and hit me in the eye and I spent the rest of the trip with a swollen eye. (I don't bruise and it is annoying. I can bump into the corner of a table, fall to the ground and think that is definitely going to bruise. Nothing. But sometimes the wind will blow and it will give me a bruise on my knee. ?? Basically if I get hurt something terrible said body part refuses to bruise. So no, I didn't have a black eye.  But the next time Dp kisses my forehead, watch out.)

Anyway after a thrilling night of pouting, ice packs, Alaska State Troopers, and an upset tummy I decided I was never going anywhere ever again. I was going to live in a bubble, become Howardette Hughes. But in the morning we went hiking because I can't tell Dp no. Nothing is worse than a grumpy David. Not even hiking with an ear infection (later I found out it was two infections, in the same ear).

Surprise! It was pouring rain when we got to Perdenales Falls SP. Most of the park is heavily wooded so it was still a pleasant hike. Changing leaves, water falls, lots of deer and birds.

Back at the hotel I took a warm shower and drank hot cocoa. "We" rested up a little, I think Dp played on the iPad. And we went to Ginger and Spice for the best yellow curry I've ever had. I know it sounds wrong, Thai food in Marble Falls, but it is just right.

The next morning we tried to go to an olive ranch but the owner was very rude, told us we were fools for looking into olives. I hate dream killers. Just let people dream.
So we went to New Braunfels instead. Of course we went to the Gristmill and Nalgein's, cause you have to.
We were trying to burn sometime before coming back to Houston so we'd miss rush hour traffic. We went down to the Comal river, rolled up our pants and stuck our feet in the water. I think this was my favorite part of the weekend. We didn't talk and didn't have to. We just sat. Watched leaves float downstream, and skipped rocks.

Walking back to the car I was so relaxed like leaving a spa relaxed.
We drove back into Houston in the rain
eating gingerbread men fresh from the oven.