I think they have the wrong idea about Texans.
They think my state is filled with gun-totin’, rootin’-tootin’ cowboys. “They” are three men from Germany who are here working at my husband’s company for three weeks. Most of their time has been spent involved with the work, but they went to a local rodeo last weekend.
It wasn’t even a very good rodeo! I was plumb embarrassed to hear it, because it’s one of the most rinky-dink rodeos around, but they thought it was marvelous. They had never been to a rodeo, and were most amazed that the cowboys were riding those bucking broncos without a helmet.
Of course, now they think that all Texans are silly enough to do that.
For the record, most Texans live in towns or cities; most Texans are not cowboys; and some Texans have more sense than to get on a half-wild horse. In fact, I dare say that most Texans have never been on a horse of any kind. There are a lot of people around here who wear fancy cowboy getup, but you can tell that they aren’t cowboys if their boots are shiny.
It was difficult to dissuade the Germans of the idea that we are all cowboys. Earlier this week, we had supper with them at a local restaurant (we ate supper at 7:30 in the evening…it was an “all you can eat” restaurant…if I haven’t eaten by 7:30 I can clear a buffet table!). I had a hard time making them believe that I was a Native Texan, because I wasn’t wearing boots, a big ol’ hat, and sporting a Colt 45 in my holster (they were disappointed that it was only a curling iron in the holster). I had to resort to putting on my extreme Texas accent “an’ start tawkin’ lak iss to them fellers ’bout warshin’ dishes an’ renchin’ dishes an’ puttin’ stuff away ovair” to make them realize that I belong here.
Today, I’ve spent some time cruising the internet and ransacking my travel files. My goal was to put together an itinerary for a weekend road trip. This weekend, the men have decided they want to go down to Austin and San Antonio. I want them to get to experience a “taste of Texas” that will send them away with a good impression. I want them to see something besides cowboys!
Because they wanted to be outdoors, I added places like Enchanted Rock near Fredericksburg and a few hiking trails. I told them where to get a tube to ride down the Comal River, and some places they could ride a horse (though I didn’t tell them where they could get a helmet). I told them about The Alamo, and the State Capitol, and The Institute of Texas Cultures. I told them about tours to see the bats in Austin and ghost story walks. I told them about Gruene and Wimberley and other tiny towns that folk might miss, because they are off the beaten path. I noticed that I listed A LOT of places to eat…wonder why that would be? There is so much to do, and a weekend is so little time!
Now, I’m glancing out my window and realizing that some weather is coming in. By that I mean bad weather. The wind is whipping the trees, in the distance the sky is all clabbered, and I hear thunder rumbling. In fact, as I’m writing, the Devil is beating his wife (rain is pouring down while the sun is shining).
Crud. I should have spent the day planning them a trip to Oklahoma!