If we're being totally honest we made our way across the northern section of the Louisiana/Texas border intent on uncovering a slice of JR Ewing's family home city - for you younguns, Dallas was an 80's TV show that even I was too young to watch, charting the wheelings and dirty dealings of a mega rich oil family in the world's first uber soap.
So, it was totally surreal to somehow find ourselves in our little car nimbly dodging school buses and the aforementioned pickup trucks, and scooting along the late afternoon traffic that cruised ALONG INTERSTATE-20 INTO THE GLEAMING TOWERS OF DALLAS CITY PROPER. Sorry for the caps, but we just got so darn excited. It's just a shame we weren't in the Ewing family chopper...
Ridiculous, no? I still adore JR's quote "Once you get rid of integrity, the rest is a piece of cake."
Sue Ellen would have approved of our first stop - after dropping the car and our luggage off at our motel (a proper film-style roadside one with parking outside the room window and a surprisingly comfortable set of two Queen-sized beds) I calculated the best side of the city for a sunset cocktail, and we taxied our way over for a proper sun downer.
Infinity pool + NZ wine + Dallas skyline at sunset. #swoon (and well deserved after navigating our way here from Louisiana and through Downtown traffic!) . . . #Dallas #Texas #nofilter #sunset #luxury #delicious #pastel #luxuryhotel #travelblogger #wineoclock #infinitypool #fun #texasmade #mytravelgram #DallasTX #mytinyatlas #thehappynow #flashesofdelight #TravelwithFathom #fathominstatrip #flashesofdelight #abmtravelbug #cntraveler #reflections #wine #reward #happyplace
Chatting with our waitress, she absolutely made our day by then bringing over a slice of
Well, actually, unbelievably it was Mr Kiwi who suggested that we brunch, and he fancied Cindi's, a New York style Deli full of locals all catching up with their mates of a Saturday morning. Even the menu was enormous (modeled so beautifully by my un-manicured hands...)
It. Was. Good.
No muss, no fuss and an everlasting pot of hot coffee that kept topping up our generous mugs.
Now, there is much controversy (or kohn-tro-ver-say however you want to say it) about "suffering" Instagram husbands who have to go on fabulous, exotic holidays with their partners, try delicious cuisines and learn to action flatlay in return for the long hours that their wives spend in front of a computer leaving them in peace, so for the sake of a happy husband (ok, and my own curiosity) we made our way to Dealey Plaza, the infamous site where President John F. Kennedy was assassinated in November 1963.
To say that the morning we spent around the grassy knoll was surreal is an understatement.
An understatement. Elected in 1960 as the 35th president of the United States, 43-year-old John F. Kennedy became the youngest man to hold that office. Born into one of America’s wealthiest families and parlayed an elite education and a reputation as a military hero into a successful run for Congress in 1946 and for the Senate in 1952. As president, Kennedy confronted mounting Cold War tensions in Cuba, Vietnam and elsewhere. His tenure wasn't trouble-free but his assassination during a tour of the Southern States elevated him to a larger-than-life heroic figure.
(Side thought: I'm not the average travel blogger am I?)
The Sixth Floor Museum at Dealey Plaza was absolutely fascinating. Documenting the social history. personal relationships and a second by second play of Lee Harvey Oswald's actions as he lined his gun up from the Texas School Book Depository sixth floor window, just as the President's well advertised cavalcade swept around the corner. The rest as they say is history (shrouded in conspiracy) centered on a grassy knoll, with 'x' marking the spot in the middle of the busy road, annoying the locals who have to dodge excited tourists walking into the street.
To somewhat lighten the mood up, we also had an afternoon coffee date lined up to meet the gorgeous Olya (The Siberian American) and her lovely boyfriend. Three hours later and a brilliant amount of advice later, we ran a few errands before moseying back to The Rustic to finally try their amazing burgers (and the delighted smile of our waitress the night before!)
Oh, and we answered the question of whether Texan men really do wear their Stetsons with pride. They do. And they wear them on dates. Oh, America.
(For more installments of our Louisiana road trip adventures click here.)