Day 2 in Big Texas - Man this state goes on forever!
Years ago, I was traveling in Florida and I decided that I wanted to save a few bucks, so I stayed at a Super 8. How bad could it be? They had a continental breakfast - that I decided separated it from the rest. What I've since realized is that I'm at that point in my life where Super 8's are not exactly clean. I was frustrated after a night where I literally slept with one eye open. All I wanted was my continental breakfast. To loosely quote George Costanza - this story is not embellished, simply because it needs no embellishing. It is simply the story of my life. So I went to the office to get some breakfast and this guy who is literally wearing a step up from a bathrobe shuffles over, opens a drawer, pulls out 2 honey buns and directs me to a pitcher of room temperature water. That was the final straw. I decided at that point that I would never again stay in an establishment that was this shoddy. If I was in college, slumming it, then sure, no problem. But, never again.
Enter - Big Spring, TX. The gods of mileage and time converged on this small town between Dallas and El Paso, TX. Once I got west of Dallas, there were tens of miles that we would drive where the road qualified as the most significant man made structure. Big Spring kinda appeared out of no where. The coolest thing about the drive into Big Spring is that we spent about 45 minutes driving into the sunset which was a really cool thing to see. Picture it: An Arizona license plate. Got it? Ok, that's what it looked like.
The most reputable place to stay in Big Spring - which to remind you - is like a megalopolis compared to anything within a 50 mile radius - was a Motel 6. Oh Freaking Dear. It put Super 8 into a luxury class. If they had a Continental breakfast, i wouldn't have eaten it. No way. I wanted to wear an astronaut suit so that my body didn't have to touch anything in that room. It smelled like fajitas, which is the official air freshener of the Motel 6. As we walked into Taquito haven, what struck me is all of these people staying there who had their doors open and were standing in the doorway. Not exactly Donald J. Trump and Associates. If you should ever get the urge to stay there, you can look forward to the comforter with the best of Motel 6 all over it. And when I say the best, I mean the sun with the Motel 6 in the rearview. That's literally as close as you should ever get to a Motel 6. Honestly, I wish in retrospect that I would have risked narcolepsy and drove straight to Cuidad Juarez. Clearly, that would have been a better option - trafficking included.
Day 3 will be a big day for us. We'll be driving for a complete day for the last time and are looking forward to our night in a nice, clean Hampton Inn. After staying at the Motel 6, you cannot imagine how great it feels to stay at a nice place.
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