Austin Metrotexan...yeah I made that word up.

Austin in the house. 

Last week we met a couple from my home state.

I hit it off with the fellow right away as he had just been on a pot safari all over town. Yes! we had something to talk about right off.
The two of us sat in the dark on the front porch for hours, watching the people walk by, smelling the flowers and talking about our favorite places in Austin.

It was great to talk to a metro-texan.  That made it easier to tell him about places in town he would like and how to navigate.

One of my favorite attributes of Austin is something that can be found many places in Texas.

The smell of pecan trees and river rocks...and dirt.

Those smells have been intoxicating to me my whole life.

I was pleased to hear about the Austin bike scene and the happinin' things going on there.

He gave me the lay of the land since my Austin expieriences. My referenced were dated (1990s).

Austin is a magical place to me because I was never there in bad company.

I was always with people I adored so I see the place as a gem in my mind.

The last day for the Texans came. We were filming something out front as we said goodbye.

We are single serving friends who hung out in the dark porch  I had no idea what the dude looked like nor he, me.

We had only sat in the dark  roasting bowls and talking about his life. My life never really came up.
 It was funny seeing him in the light and realizing he didn't look anything like who my imagination thought he looked like (close but no cookie),
He was surprised too with wide eyes
 "What are you doing on that huge frikkin bike!!!???"