I'm surrounded by hippies on macbooks. At least, what meets the definition of a hippie back home. I think they blend right in to the Austin establishment though.
Yesterday, we walked around South Congress and, across the street from a cupcake-selling van, I found paradise. Check it out san jose hotel
Intimate bungalows under shaded trees, surrounding a lapis lazuli-blue pool. A green oasis on a dusty strip. The gate was open, and I was drawn in. Even the staff, in their crisp white uniforms, seemed to be of the opinion, they are the guardians of paradise. Definitely a secret to share with the one you love.
Seeing as the Doctor warned me to refrain from sudden movements, we decided to enjoy magic hour on a cliff, overlooking the Colorado river. Guardrails are for losers anyways.
