When was the last time you flew a kite? I couldn't even remember. I must have been about 9, living in Ambon, being fascinated by this colorful flying thing that was so cheap to make. We actually made ours ourselves back in elementary school. When the Martinez family invited us to come down to Austin and visit the Zilker Kite Festival with them, we were in!
But first, we had to go through some serious drama, from icy/snowy roads with several car crashes happening, my iPhone 5 going blank for no reason, to a two-star hotel we booked from agoda.com that turned out to be very dodgy - there was never a dull moment on the first day of our trip.
They were so good that we got them again for our trip back to Dallas on the next day.
Anyways, weren't we talking about the Kite festival? Okay so it was windy and cloudy and just so not ideal for a day out in the park, but! We figured that it was still best to go since we were already in Austin. So we parked at Colorado road and took a $5-school bus-ride to Zilker Park.
We got there and were greeted by good music, a $4 hot cocoa, a cloudy sight of kites flying around, and a cold weather. No biggie, until J started crying.
Yeap right after posing for the photos, he got so cold that he cried for like 1 minute.
Ben was having fun though, he loves kites. J was too busy eating chicken tenders when this happened, the food helped to keep him warm.
The festival featured a contest with many different categories, like the smallest kite, the weirdest kite, etc.
But we couldn't stay long enough to watch the contest, it was just too cold outside. So we focused on eating, after all festivals are all about the food trucks right?
This one's my favorite. The spinach and mushroom empanada is so yummy, but I bet the blueberry and mango ones are better. Too bad they didn't sell them that day.
There was also a crepe stall run by 3 deaf guys. Yes, deaf! How amazing is that? I felt so inspired of how these guys didn't see their disabilities as hindrances and excuses to not do anything with their lives. They also openly said "I'm deaf, please point at the menu" - which I thought was brave and cool.
We then headed back to Dallas, with J sleeping about 2/3 of the trip and me eating about 100% of the trip.Remember the pies? Oh yeah...
Anyways Mr.Man was discussing deep issues throughout 3/4 of the trip. He was actually kind enough to use our savings to get me a new iPhone 5c (replacing my broken old one). He was also generous enough to get us out of the dodgy hotel we got before and moved us to a decent hotel. "Don't worry about money, your safety and comfort are more important to me," he said. Aah, isn't that what we all want to hear? :)