Written by Lois Rodriguez
Big Bend rewards patient travelers. “Patient” because not only does it take a long time to get here from most everywhere in the state, but also because it can take some time to fully relax into Big Bend’s transformative pleasures.
Whether you’ve visited the San Antonio Missions, Texans know that, collectively, they are an undeniable Texas treasure. But truly, the missions deserve recognition of global proportions. More specifically, the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization’s (UNESCO) World Heritage designation. If you agree, you have a role in making it so.
With a bounty of small towns, sparkling lakes and rivers, and wildflower-splashed pastures in spring, the Hill Country has inspired countless road trips for Texas travelers.
Shoppers browse clothing racks inside a 19th-Century drugstore. Diners feast in a repurposed post office that was built in 1910. Antiques hunters admire dozens of chandeliers hanging from the arched ceiling of a 1960 former church.
Aware that social graces are slipping the way of 140-character messages and strings of acronyms, I decide that my daughters (ages 7 and 3) need a preemptive strike of civility.
While Austin has dubbed itself the “live music capital of the world,” Denton—home to the University of North Texas’ renowned College of Music—quietly plays on as a world-class incubator of musical talent.
On a sunny Saturday afternoon at Trinity Groves, the spectacularly busy dining and retail development at the foot of the Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge in West Dallas, the mood is that of a holiday in the park.
Big Al looks as though he might be dozing at the edge of his murky pond. Closer inspection reveals, however, that the 1,000-pound alligator keeps a wary eye open just a slit, scrutinizing a group of visitors hovering behind a chain-link fence.
The eyes of five-year-old Luis Jiménez filled with wonder the day in 1945 he stood before the dramatic works of los tres grandes muralistas—Diego Rivera, José Clemente Orozco, and David Alfaro Siqueiros—at Mexico City’s Museo de Bellas Artes.
Nestled between the lush farmland and booming wineries along US 290 east of Fredericksburg, Wildseed Farms might have caught your eye as you breezed past; it’s that splash of brightness visible through the low brown wooden fencing. In the springtime, with its nearly 200 acres of blooming wildflowers stretched out like a lush quilt, Wildseed Farms is nearly impossible to miss.