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After about 28 hours of traveling, I made it home. Saying goodbye to all my friends was difficult but I am lucky to have met all the great people I did. My last day in Viterbo, I took a few pictures just to remember Viterbo by. I had been taking so many pictures of places I traveled but rarely did I take pictures of the very place that became my home, and the place that I would miss the most. I am thankful ...
Seeing on Facebook that a few of my friends were out wine tasting... And I find out they were in Fredericksburg, TX !!! About a 4 hour drive! I invite myself! Due to my car situation--2000 Honda Civic with 260000 miles. I call Enterprise Rent a car, they stay open until I get there. I'm thrilled!!!! I go to Aledo's Football game, go home, pack.... Sleep for a bit and head down the road at ...
... created some of the iconic images of the old west.
I've always been a big fan of these two because they show the old west as we imagine it to be. Russell worked as a cowboy in Montana before becoming a world famous artist and Remington did most of his work from New York.
This was a big thing for me, seeing such iconic images as ...
It was stinking hot today, but dry, the good kind of hot.
Dan sacrificed his sanity and his dignity and drove us to Dallas in his giant truck. Sam has long wanted to see Dealy Plaza, the site of the Kennedy assassination for ages.
The memorial there was crowded with ghoulish sightseers such as ourselves, and more than once it almost had dead sightseeers as more than a few posed in the middle of the road on X that marked the spot ...
... If you don't find it, don't come back." With those words of encouragement, I set off for a nice walk over a little bridge.
Little did I know that the little bridge was the little bridge that crosses in to hell. Halfway across this little bridge lay a big tree. Being the intrepid adventurer that I am, I vaulted over it with the Indiana jones music echoing in my ears. This turned out to be the easy part.