Until next time, Dallas
What better way to spend President’s Day than to find out about one of the USA’s most famous.
Dallas, Texas: 17 February 2020
This day feels a bit funny to start. As they always do when I know I have to leave Tom. It always amazes me how quickly being with him 24/7 goes back to feeling like everyday life.
I walk (not run) the Katy Trail, and we meet earlier to check out of the AirBnb (yes, I’m purposely not linking it as it wasn’t great). It’s a Monday long weekend for President’s Day (Washington’s Birthday), so we decide to find out more about the other thing Dallas is so well known for, the JFK assassination, at The Sixth Floor Museum.
A small but really well done, museum with simple, effective displays and audio tours. A few of the really impactful exhibits were the exact corner where the shots were fired (reproduced with replicas of the exact boxes) and the to-scale model that was designed in the search for the truth about the shooter. And with a walk down to the famous grassy knoll, we’re away (Ok - after losing the parking ticket).
Tom’s knowledge of Dallas again pays off and we head to the famed “best burger place ever” (Tom’s words), HopDoddy. And he was not wrong! The atmosphere was a bit like a high end mall pub in Australia but the vegan burger was ridiculously good, as were the fries and ginger beer. A taste sensation - if you’re in this part of America, try it!
Then there’s the airport drop off that I’ve been dreading. I feel unreasonably sad, as I always do. I hate leaving Tom. Every single time. I’ll see him again in Denver in six weeks and I’ll be in his country in the same time zone until then, so I swallow my tears and bid farewell.
Dropped off at Dallas Fort Worth airport. The housesitting adventure begins!
I’m flying to Asheville via Atlanta. I’m nervous about driving the car, when I arrive in Asheville, on the opposite side of the road, in the dark, up a mountain. What I didn’t yet know was that that wasn’t going to be the worst of it.. The flight to Atlanta was fine, but we had a delay getting off the plane that made me rush for my connecting flight. This is exactly the time I learned that Atlanta is the biggest airport in the world. It has seven terminals connected by a train - literally like seven Sydney Airports. The air hostess told me where I needed to be so I rushed straight there, only to find out the flight had been moved!
I made it to Asheville and loved the sign the universe sent me about the car - bay 111. I was right where I was meant to be.
