The Lone Star State

For the last four days, I've been below the Mason-Dixon line, which is kind of weird for me.

I enjoyed these selection of hilariously oversized guitars on the luggage carousel at the airport, but when  I sent a picture to my husband, he referred to it as "hippie bullshit."

Beautiful buildings, hilly streets, and strange racists monuments.

Stars everywhere.  It's so weird here.