June 18, 2013


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“I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play”

don mclean, american pie, 1971

Having been hot on our travel radar, Austin is destined to move up the pop charts of US getaway destinations. Known as the ‘live music capital of the world‘, this city captures the notion that the universe has a way of playing out its own song. Sadly, a week before our departure, and a mere three days before Father’s Day, my father-in-law passed away. The irony in his passing, and the timing of our trip, resides in the song lyrics above; his claim to fame was that he actually was the owner of that sacred record store, where Don McLean had heard the music years before. In his honor, we knew it was only fitting that we stockpile our iTunes, pack our bags and spend some quality time in a city that embodies his lifelong passion for music.

Nestled deep in the heart of Texas, this capital city is not one to disappoint. Tunes aside, Austin is overflowing with a vivacious medley of darling eateries and shoppes, not to mention a food truck scene that would make New York take a seat backstage. Determined to make the best of our trip, we adopted Hotel Saint Cecilia, (aptly named after the patron saint of music and poetry), as our home away from home.  And while the coastal surf was far from our dwelling, we were won over by one of the most adorable oyster bars we’ve ever stepped foot in- proof that no matter the circumstance, or geographic coordinates on the map, one can always find solace in the comforts of home.

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