
We planned and finally executed a short trip to Galveston last weekend. This is Tigger and I attempting to enjoy this whirlwind vacation. Yes, you maybe remember Galveston, Texas, target of the lastest Tropical Storm. Did we know anything about the tropical storm as we headed out? No. But we were only there for two days anyway, we planned to be gone before the storm.
We had a new passenger with us for this trip. Tigger's new phone (look, don't touch) has GPS. It was great to have another woman doing the navigation so I could relax and say, "didn't you ask her?" Z decided she needed a name, LOLA. So fitting, it's the GPS from the movie RV and I think it stands for Logging Out of Louisiana. So LOLA showed us the way to go.
Her first upset was neglecting to mention that trains sometimes stop on the tracks we were crossing. A few tense minutes and finally we were on our way.

LOLA also failed to take into account my fear of heights and bridges. Thankfully Tigger was able to keep me distracted by making me take pictures. Beautiful bridge. He didn't have to mention, "Oh, I feel it moving." That part didn't help.
This is about the point a curse word flew out of my mouth. How did that get in there?

Finally, we found our hotel. Moody Gardens. We've stayed a resort hotels many places. It felt odd to not be exhausted when we arrived. Before we moved a beach involved a day long plane ride and taxi to the hotel. I almost felt like a local.
I knew we had not stayed a hotel in a while when Z mentioned he needed a washcloth. "But we didn't pack any Mom." I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Check the bathroom sweetie"
Z immediately became the keeper of the room key. Tigger couldn't get it to work, so we gave the electronic card to the 10-year-old. He figured it out fine. I was pleasantly surprised, the room was great and there was enough to do that we didn't need to leave our little area of the island.
We did, however. I will continue with the saga tomorrow, so stay tuned and I'll have the rest of the story...