1. Things really aren't bigger in Texas. Their cattle are the same size as everywhere else. Their fire hydrants appear to be normal (though the wrong color--they're supposed to be red). Their (fill in the blank) is average. The only things that are bigger were intentionally made larger so they could advertise they were "Texas Huge," like some jelly beans the size of my thumb I spotted while checking out from the craft store.
|This is how Texans get through traffic jams.|
4. For some reason, there are multiple of high-end pawn shops in the area. They're in respectable looking buildings with brand new neon signs and their are no bars on their windows or graffiti on the stucco exterior. Some of them appear to be from the same chain. Odd.
5. Gas is not cheaper in Texas (WHAT?!). I've held the misconception all my life that gasoline was dirt cheap in Texas because of all of the drilling they did. Nope. In fact, since they don't have any ethanol to mix in, it's actually more expensive than the states we just came from. Also, from one gas station to the next, the price can vary over fifteen cents for the same petroleum, even if the stations are only a block apart. The whole fuel dilemma is baffling.
6. I don't know why sidewalks are such a novel idea but they are few and far between here. They expect you to walk in the street or just not walk at all I guess. Not exactly conducive if I want to go running with a stroller. Then it becomes a game of chicken between me and the girls in their double stroller against the near-sighted elderly grandma gunning down the road in her enormous truck. We usually stick to the neighborhoods.
8. I have a hard time believing the locals when they say it really does get cold here. They bundle up in 70 degree weather and their lows at night are twenty degrees higher than the highs (on a good day) back home. I'll believe "cold" here when I see it.
9. The water here is awful. Terrible. It smells like dirt when I turn on the shower and tastes like mud if sipped straight from the tap. Thank goodness for water filters or I may have died of thirst.
10. Women love big hair here. When I went to chop off my hair, the stylist asked if I wanted to tease my hair. I said that I'd never done it before, so why not. I had to keep myself from busting into a giggling fit. My hair just kept getting higher and poufier. I was sure a sparrow was going to try and nest on my head the moment I walked outside. Even funnier is that there were old women whose hair was even fluffier. I've never seen so many granny fro's in my life.
Well, there you go. A little bit of fact and fiction about Texas from an outsider covertly living on the inside.
(P.S. They have a habit of changing street names at intersections. I'm almost positive it's to keep foreigners wondering where on earth they are going).