It was Nov. 5 when the switch from daylight saving time hit us with its annual reminder that the world can be a dark place. Not only was it creeping night into our day, but it introduced rain as if a switch had been flipped to turn off the sun.
My husband, Benjamin, and I were tired, both mentally and physically, from running three businesses out of our home. And so, we took advantage of Veterans Day weekend by booking a flight and running to the unknown.
In this case, it was San Antonio, Texas.
Neither of us had ever been, nor had we visited Texas in decades. When we started dating, we learned that our parents had attended the same college in Dallas. Ironically, we “knew” each other as toddlers and spent the next 30 years following one another around the world, from Washington and Germany to Spain and California.
Now married and nomadic, we would be returning to the Lone Star State as a drained duo looking for food, culture and, above all, a place to rest.