If you follow me on Instagram, you’ll know I woke up to this site over the weekend:
Last week was crazy to say the least.
I had to drive back to Ohio on Wednesday, go to a work event Thursday then drive back to Michigan that evening. Woke up early Friday to catch a morning flight to Houston, worked on Saturday and flew back to Detroit late Sunday night.
My Ohio trip was so brief, I don’t have too many photos to share (you can find all the ones I have on my Instagram) but I do have quite a few from Texas.
When you travel for work, you don’t get a lot of free time but I try to do what I can to find time to explore the city I’m in. For Houston, that was visiting Hermann Park.
When you spend as much time cramped in cars and planes as I have recently, you’ll take any excuse you can for a good walk. Hermann Park did not disappoint.
It reminded me of a combination of Lincoln Park and the National Mall.
You’ll find friends renting paddle boats in the pond, couples walking dogs in the chinese garden, families barbecuing, kids rolling down the hills and people from all walks of life going for a pre-dinner stroll or getting ready for an evening concert.
The city all around you seems to disappear beneath a canopy of trees and traffic noises are replaced with laughter and shouting.
Located right in the midst of Rice University and the museum district, it’s the perfect spot for some late afternoon sight seeing.
I love visiting parks in big cities. I feel like they are the perfect place to get a feel for the energy and life of the city you’re in.
Hermann Park was very eclectic. There was no typical person there. It was quiet and busy. Full of families and friends. Young and old. There was a lot to do and nothing to do. I absolutely loved it.
As the sun began to set (our excuse – really we couldn’t take the smell of a good barbecue any more – we were about 2 minutes away from turning into Yogi Bear), we left for dinner at White Oak Kitchen in the Galleria – an upscale mall or, in as we came to know it, a complete labyrinth full of stores that will make you feel very depressed about your own paycheck.
If you love to window-shop, however, there is no better place.
With a happy hour menu that lasts until 8 (tell me that’s not something that makes your heart pitter-patter), we settled in for the night with big glasses of wine and enough small plates to feed a small army.
Dessert followed but more on that tomorrow.
If you’ve been to Houston, tell me, is the Galleria really easy to navigate or did you get uncontrollably lost there too?