I feel like I’m grounded. Now that I’m back working a full-time shtick, I’m slowly and painstakingly accruing PTO (which is just a simple way of saying, your sick time and your vacation time is the same darn thing) to blow on a trip to Prague in the fall. It’s freaking torture. Spending those many weeks abroad in October and November only made my wanderlust stronger - kinda like hawking a loogie on the Hulk when he’s already green and angry - and I want out.

I want to museum, and eat new things and wear out a new pair of sneakers on unfamiliar sidewalks and trails.

And I’m going to.

Right here in Dallas. It turns out, people come to Dallas as tourists. On purpose. I have no idea what they do here, but I’m going to find out and do it. Sculpture garden? Okay! Cowboy art museum? Sure. Botanical gardens? Yes, please.

I think it would be kind of awesome if you wanted to play along. I want to hear about the treasures your hometown has to offer. Like, say you live in… Iola, Kansas. You’ve got a famous historic town square! That’s pretty great. Or you’re within driving distance of Burlington, Vermont and you haven’t been to the Ben & Jerry factory. That, my friend, would be a serious shame.

Next stop, Nasher sculpture garden.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008 | general