Funny how just a few weeks ago I was complaining about how warm our Texas weather was…where was the Christmas-ness?
Fast forward a few weeks to our cruise to Cozumel, where we spend 5 days on the ocean, enjoying 80 degree weather and fruity drinks on the water with umbrellas in them and I can say, I wasn’t missing winter AT ALL!
I’m getting ahead of myself though…
Before we sailed off onto the ocean blue, we spent the morning in Galveston.
May I say, what a fascinating town! So much history and unusual culture. At one time, it was the hub of all things international, imports, exports, etc. There was a LOT of money made there by immigrants who saw unlimited opportunity and in doing so, they built homes that told the world of their success.
I wish we’d had more time to explore the streets but here’s a peak at what caught my eye:
The Trube House absolutely fascinated me. I kept imagining what it must have been like to live in back when it was new and shiny and must have been the envy of all the neighbors… that is, until the next bigger better was built. Today, we call them McMansions. Seems it’s not such a new idea.
I kept wondering if the family’s descendants who still apparently live there ever hear things going bump in the night. It’s weirdly beautiful and creepy at the same time.
And…it’s got its own marble sidewalk for crying out loud!
Not to mention, a knight/butler and a lion to greet you at the door.
Across the street from the Trube House was this:
I wish so badly I had more information about this tree. It was clearly burnt and very dead but someone managed to find beauty in it and turn it into art. I can only imagine that it may have meant something to someone and was probably very old, as are all of the trees that lined the street we were on. I just loved this interpretation.
Behind this work of art was this lovely lady:
I adore this era of architecture (think Green and Green /arts and crafts movement)
Imagine back before air conditioning in the gulf of Mexico and how invaluable a sleeping porch would have been…as if it did any good. It was January when we were there and the humidity had my hair frizzing like my 8h grade school picture. I can’t imagine how it must have been back then but at least the house was pretty!
And then down the street, we saw these:
As we walked by a man came out the front door to get his morning paper and I so desperately wanted to ask him if we could peak inside but I refrained from appearing to be a possible grifter who may be casing the joint. I’m good that way.
and again, I find myself looking up at that attic window wondering what it would be like to explore up there, ghosts and all!
and I found myself wondering what all this tree has seen over its lifetime and what it has yet to see.
Imagine the changes.
Have a lovely day, friends.
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