Austin

I'm sitting at Epoch Cafe. Check it out epochcoffee
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.

Day One

I'm at the clinic. Austin regional clinic Far South to be exact. The waiting room is as brown as all of Austin, where even in the dead of winter, the grass is burned from the sun.
Earlier today we took a walk around the neighborhood. Walking through the streets, past hip-high cacti, we kick up dust. The surroundings seem organic, more earthen than at home in Michigan. There's less distinction between nature and man-made.

At the clinic, the Doctor tells me I have benign positional vertigo, making my body feel like it's drunk. He said a tiny granulate in my ear got dislodged and now my brain has to recalibrate. It would take a few days. He said to avoid sudden movements.