Amarillo

We’re charging into the heart of an Oklahoman storm. A stake of wood punctured our tire after we got out of Oklahoma City after grabbing pizza with my cousin who’s headed off to New Zealand soon. 

 We arrived in Amarillo on the heels of a gusting night— to find a sweet, dowdy woman at the arrival desk at the hotel in downtown. She looked at the Vegvisir hanging around my friends neck and asked “Are you a Pagan?” 

Not a question you want in the Texan panhandle. She gave a wink and said “Be true to yourself” and said she was the daughter of a pastor. She upgraded our room and told my friend to remember that he is “Water, Fire, Air, & Earth.”

What an arrival to Texas.