“Why Waco?”

The plane was delayed leaving Vegas and it was late in the evening when we finally checked into the Hyatt at DFW airport.

There was never any intention to drive to Waco that night, in fact the plan was to shuttle to the hotel, crash, and then the following morning, return to the airport, collect the rental car and then drive to our final destination.

Another comfortable room.  Another nice hotel and after a cuppa from the lobby coffee shop, we slept.

Finally, after years of dreaming and months of planning and saving, I was in Texas.


The morning dawned a little foggy, which thankfully cleared quickly, and we enjoyed a cooked breakfast which finished with the server uttering the perfect farewell..

“Y’all come back again soon”

Bags repacked, we caught the shuttle to the airport, then another shuttle to the car rental place before collecting our rental car.

Minor hiccup with the allocation meant an upgrade and nervously we put our trust in the GPS unit, programmed in our destination and drove off.


In a car where all the controls are on the “wrong” side.

On roads where everybody drives on the “wrong” side…

Thankfully, Hubby had a bit of a lesson from the awesome Patty while we drove to Vegas, and we had developed our own little mantra.

Tight Right, loose left.

and pray.

Think about it.  Suddenly your centre mirror is on the other side of you as you drive.  Even your indicator is on the other side of the steering wheel.

All the speeds and signs are foreign.

There are a LOT of really big trucks

And EVERYBODY drives really fast.

It is fucking terrifying.

We don’t have roads like those here in little ol Adelaide.

My blood pressure is thankful for that fact.



But in less than 2 hours, and only having been tooted once by a large truck, we arrived in Waco.  Happily in one piece.

The Hilton Waco, situated on the Brazos River, right by the historic suspension bridge, is a gorgeous mid sized hotel.


Not super fancy, but lovely and so friendly we began to feel a little like celebrities by the end of our stay.


They let us check in early, and despite being very excited about what was to happen next, we both agreed that we needed to stop, have some lunch, a bit of a walk and get our stress levels back to a more normal state before hitting the road again.

I will confess, I was a bit nervous.  Which really was ridiculous when you think about it.

After 5 years of nearly daily contact and conversations,  occasional Skype calls, and letters, there should have been no doubt that this was all going to go well.

Meeting Patty certainly had.

But this next meeting was the original reason I wanted to make this trip.

Yes, I loved New York, and Arizona now has a piece of my heart so that I want to go back and see more. (and spend more time laughing with Patty)

The Grand Canyon was spectacular and I loved the buzz of Las Vegas.

So many adventures already, sites seen, bucket list crossed off.

And now it was finally time.

Several times while in Texas, when people figured out that “y’all aren’t from round here” and we told them we were Australian, the very next question was “but why Waco?”

It certainly made us realise that Aussie tourists aren’t that common in that part of Texas.

It was really quite a simple answer though.

“I’m here to visit my friend”



11 thoughts on ““Why Waco?”

  1. Aww, yay! That’s such a sweet photo.
    Now, working backwards in your post, yeah, Texas roads and drivers are terrifying even for seasoned veterans of Texas freeways. I can’t imagine getting acquainted with everything being flipped and unfamiliar road signs to boot. But you live! In your face, Texas freeways!

  2. Well why not Waco??? Waco is pretty awesome, I think! I have moments when I still can’t believe this really happened and y’all were really here. It was one of the best weeks in my life. I can’t thank you enough. We must do it again! Love you!

  3. cwmartin13

    Some of those roads scare us, too. I remember being terrified of the Dan Ryan in Chicago. THEN I watched a show on the five-level interchange in Dallas. I’d rarther hang from the skids of a helicopter to be quite honest.

    1. I think we drove on that interchange, although i was too busy keeping my eye on where we were headed to count the levels but there was more than I had ever seen before. Crazy stuff

  4. I am not a fan of driving and avoid it if at all possible. I like living outside a little town with no stoplights. Lots of people see nothing special in where they live.

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