I grew up in a very small town in the midst of the beautiful Texas Hill Country. When I was in my teens, I can recall thinking that I wanted to grow up and be a global traveler…although I wasn’t sure what path I would take to get there. In college, I studied marketing in hopes to land a job after graduation at a global company. Since those days, I’d like to think of myself as a global citizen, yet I love to visit Central Texas to remind myself that home is where the heart is.
After a fabulous family vacation this weekend, I will always have a bit of Temple, Texas in my heart. It’s little big town–smaller than more well-known Central Texas towns like Austin or Waco–and you could argue that one must be creative to find things to do. One of the definite highlights of the city of around 65,000 inhabitants is the Temple Railroad and Heritage Museum. Located in a beautifully restored former railroad depot, it has been beautifully restored. I’ve been to a private event there in the past, and it is a gorgeous building and worthy of a museum visit. My young nieces loved it.
I could write about the few local restaurants in the town–the inexpensive but truly filling Chinese buffet at Yank Sing or the famous white wings at Las Casas Mexican food–yet I don’t go there for the culinary experience (although I’ve been known to crave an ice cream treat at the local Dairy Queen). It’s still a place where one can walk the neighborhood at dusk and feel safe. It’s where a visit to the renovated H-E-B grocery store where encounters several friends. It’s an afternoon shopping excursion to Hobby Lobby or Brickwood Boutique for local treasures. I visit because it is family. I journey for the memories.
This blog post is more introspective than most of my recent entries, and I’ll end on this note. I hope each reader has a lovely place in the world to visit like Temple, Texas…a place to unplug, relax, and relish the smaller things, like fields of gigantic sunflowers or a Central Texas sunset.