Rich's Houston

... sweet to lusciously fragrant. Reality sets in, as I await boarding call back at George Bush Intercontinental Airport in Houston. I am about to board my nonstop transatlantic flight on Houston-based Continental Airlines destined for L'Aéroport ...

Finally out of Florida: Houston Rodeo and Big & Rich Finally a blog that doesn´t center on the "F word"! Yes, we finally got the RV back and have moved on from "F" lorida. We are in Galveston, TX right now. Bob has to fly back to NJ from Houston ...

... a second class after the Bush tax cuts made the rich richer and put the poor on pov.  (Pov is short for poverty for the rich guy who doesn't have a clue.) We have an entire population, heck there are only 12,000,000 illegal aliens, who live in ...

... the voice from the overhead speaker. Boarding call for Air France. Evading the hit-and-miss summer thunderstorms in Houston, I hope to be greeted tomorrow by the azure Mediterranean Sea glistening under the Italian sun. L'avventura continua...And so the ...

Am sat at Houston airport waiting for my mate, Rich, to come through the doors and into the Arrivals lounge. Hopefully, he'll play the game with US customs and keep his head down, maintain a blank expression and temporarily put all suggestions of a ...

... . Another long story short and 4 hours later we all exited the plane and all slept the whole way over from Las Vegas to Houston. I did not even feel the plane take off and only woke up once during the flight. While exiting the airport we were confronted ...

... . On the way back we seen the concrete barriers that failed during the hurricane......That was enough for us so we then hit the road for Houston again. The drive was about 6 hours or so and we got back around 7pm to Sarah and Rich's place. On the way we ...

Another late start (for me anyway) due to another late night. Linda woke me up to advise she was going for a run (or gym - could have been anything and I would just be saying YEAH OK.......as it was before Mid-day). When she returned I get the classic ...

Good Times As I sit here at the Houston, TX airport, my thoughts turn to Seattle and my last dinner with Dave and Christi. Over pizza (which was pretty darn good for Costa Rica – and US standards) Dave asked me what would be the first thing ...

... which was awesome. We ate well then he took us downtown to a vintage wine bar which we want to take home and own!! Houston has a road called Montrose with fabulous vintage attire so of course we went shopping! A fun filled sunny day, well its what we ...