It’s easy to find somewhere to park your horse.
The street performers look like they just busted out of prison.
You feel like you’re walking through one enormous outdoor art gallery.
You turn a corner and find yourself face to face with a mariachi band.
You are subject to some extremely direct marketing.
Someone hands you a slab of meat that is bigger than your head (and you’re tempted to eat the entire thing because it’s SOOOO good).
You have absolutely no problem finding a place to grab a quick drink (or two or three).
And driving off into sunset is just as incredibly beautiful as it sounds.
Got home late yesterday afternoon and settling back into life while trying to recall everything I did during a wonderful few days in Austin – thankfully not all work-related. Back with more photos and stories soon.