Natasha,
There is a time for humor and a time for getting serious...or as Ecclesiastes, Pete Seeger and the Byrds would say:
To everything-turn, turn, turn
There is a season--turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
So, let me tell you about Texas/Texans...
While I was still working I used to go there regularly. Mostly to Houston and San Antonio with occasional trips to Austin and El Paso. And I never met a friendlier bunch of people in my life! It did not matter whether it was the hotel staff, the restaurant staff, the guys I did business with, the golf pros, the airport folks...they all were just, plain nice to me...always!
Now, I happen to think I live in a very beautiful state, but there is no sight that can match the blue bonnets blooming across an endless plain in Texas; once you have seen it, you will never forget it.
Oh, yes, a memory...one night we were strolling along the River Walk in San Antonio and could not quite believe our ears: the Hallelujah Chorus at 10:00 PM...coming out of a bar! It was Durty Nellie's, a raucus place most nights. But this evening there was a convention of Texas choral teachers in town and they had taken over the bar; we stuck our noses in and everyone scooted over so we could come in...and they would not hear of us leaving! Talk about a joy! Can you imagine a bar filled with people who teach singing...and everyone singing? What voices! What music! And all Texans! I swear I have never heard a better rendition of the HC. And the "amatuer" soloists took your breath away.
Then there is the Hill Country almost any time of year. Or breakfast in the spacious dining room of the Crockett Hotel...across the alley from the Alamo(my apologies to the Mills Bros.). Of course, there is the wild country of West Texas...real cowboy country!
Did I mention the cottonwood trees and the old Spanish missions? You just have to see them together. The red tile roofs, the white plaster over adobe walls, the the translucent green of the cottonwood leaves as the light of the brilliant Texas sun filters through them....
And, finally, there is the TexMex cuisine...heartburn on a plate, but who can resist it? I had a pal, sadly deceased, whose family came from South of the Border 5 generations ago: whenever he chose to enter a chili making contest, the others just folded their tents. One bite of Senor Trevino's Chili de Tejas and you were hooked!
Joewr...well, there goes my reputation...saying something good about Texas...I will never live it down.