Warning: A whole lot of rambling going on. Read at your own risk. Could cause drowsiness.
Thursday afternoon, Twin Sister and I headed to Galveston for a quick getaway. The waves and I were long overdue, and the weather couldn’t have been more perfect.
After checking into our hotel, we decided on dinner at one of our favorite dives: Shrimp ‘n’ Stuff. It's a flip-flop, beach-friendly kind of place, and the food never disappoints. We both ordered the fried shrimp and oyster dinner, and it was prepared perfectly. Oh, yum.
Our next stop was Rita’s, where we died and went to heaven over velvety mounds of luscious Orange Cream custard. (You gotta try it if you go.)
Next it was down to the beach for our date with the sunset.
Cameras are our constant companion, so as the sun sank into the west, we set the self-timers, struck a few poses and went for the wind-blown look. (Between you and me, I think we nailed it.)
The day ended on our balcony, where we sipped our brew, solved the world's woes and scanned the horizon. A long line of ships, twinkled in the distance, waiting their turn in port.
We didn't anticipate being awake before daylight the next morning, but, alas, we were. The details would take a while, so I'll spare you those and keep moving - for those of you still reading.
Of course, mornings go best with IHOP, so we drifted out for a hot and hearty breakfast before taking on the day. (I had no idea my slice of ham would be this "hearty," but...now I know.)
While coffee flowed freely, we gazed out the windows, toward the Eastern sky, knowing something spectacular was about to happen: Sunrise.
At the first blush of pink, we made our way to the beach, where seagulls were trolling the surf's smorgasbord, snatching up breakfast. I was honored to be there.
They say a picture paints a thousand words, and I took about a thousand pictures as the Master Painter captivated me with his latest rendition of "Morning." I remembered the scripture: "The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands." And in those moments of early dawn, while experiencing "the glory of God" on Galveston Island, nothing else really mattered.
No trip is complete without shopping, of course, so after lunch and a few rays, we stopped in at Murdochs, a Galveston merchant since 1910. I could have stayed for hours, but time was urging me onward, so I bought two lighthouses and called it a day. If I ever have a beach house, I'll be coming back for lamps.
And that, my friends, brings us to:
Linking to Scenic Sunday.