See, I told you it would take me longer to tell you about our trip than it actually took to do the trip.
On day three of our little Texas road trip, we got up and had an enjoyable breakfast of waffles, eggs, sausage, yogurt and I'm pretty sure, I had at least four or five of those small cups of coffee. I've often wondered, what prevents some random person from walking into the hotel lobby off the street and just enjoying a nice free breakfast? I'm sure it happens.
Alon, I guess that is the local chain of convenience stores, and got ourselves onto I-20 for the trip over to Sweetwater, Colorado City and down to San Angelo.
WASPs, the Women Air Force Service Pilots that were so important during WWII. We didn't stop there but instead went into Walmart looking for some Sweetwater themed souvenirs. No luck.
Colorado City did not prove anymore interesting. I'm pretty sure the name Hillbilly Depot is offensive to someone, but we got a chuckle out of it. We turned south on a state highway through miles and miles of nowhere and enjoyed the views.
Robert Lee. I learned later that a colleague of mine from work was from there. Of course, he told me that his momma got him out of there as quickly as she could! Seemed like a nice little place, but nothing warranting a stop.
So here is the deal about San Angelo; I've never wanted to go back to that place after spending half a year there thirty years ago. It has nothing to do with the fine people of the Concho Valley, it has everything to do with the hot, blast furnace style wind that would make walking from school to my dorm every afternoon. People think of our part of south central Texas as a blow torch during the summer months, but I promise you, 100 degrees in San Antonio is nothing like the hot wind scorching your face in San Angelo.
Goodfellow AFB, and I can tell you, thirty years makes a big difference. I knew immediately that we were not entering the gate I was familiar with, and in spite of the fact that the base is very small, it took me driving around in circles a few times to get my sense of direction.
Fuentes Cafe. That was enough for us to give it a shot, and we made our way in for some quick vittles.
mohair, so instead of a bunch of painted cattle downtown, they have artists come in and hand paint sheep. This is the one sponsored by Fuentes.
we are so spoiled with our regular place) the salsa was good.
Eggmeyer's General Store. Lots of interesting things in there. They had some of the nicest large scale model airplanes I've seen. Such fantastic detail. I think we spent nearly an hour in that place, but in the end didn't buy a thing. I should have taken some pictures inside.
Sunset Mall from when I was there back in 1982 and I think it may have still had the same carpet. You can see both me and the most interesting man in the world standing on it. Jesus, I'm fat.
So we felt really good about the Hampton Inn as a choice for a hotel. When we planned our trip and called the one in Fredericksburg for reservations, it just made sense to go ahead and make reservations for Abilene and San Angelo. I've always been pleased with Hampton Inn's around the country; you get fairly consistent rates, quality of rooms and the whole breakfast thing.
I don't intend to bore you with our less than stellar stay at the San Angelo Hampton, but let's just say that of the three, it was not the best, it was the most expensive, and it was the only one that caused Eva to vomit into the sink.
And then I'm just stupid.
After she tells me that the smell from the little overflow thing on the sink caused her to throw-up when she was brushing her teeth, what do I do? I commence to brush my teeth and like an idiot, I bend over and get a whiff of the same thing. Oh, and this is after she used Clorox wipes to sanitize everything. There was this obnoxious sewer gas smell. I did not throw- up though, I quickly turned toward the shower stall and commenced to dry-heave for a minute or so. Good times.
Look, we could have made a big deal out of it, but honestly, every single person we encountered at that hotel was nicer than the next. I have never seen a staff so hell bent on being friendly, no matter what. You'd think these people work for Oprah. We did leave a polite note about the smell and still left a tip in our room for the maid.
The breakfast there was not nearly as impressive as the other Hampton Inn's but now I feel like I'm just piling on. Feel free to just read my review on TripAdvisor.
Coming up, the final day of our trip. When I can get to it.