I Still Hear Your Seawaves Crashing

Pastel-painted condos in coastal towns make for some solace when the winter sky is overcast and the weather is dreary. Galveston is no exception.

Galveston 030You can rent a beach house, condo, or hotel room for your stay. Some are swanky and grand, like this one.

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But I imagine the bedspread is still unwashed, and the sheets are covered with pubic hair and glitter, as I have found in even the most expensive of hotels. Which is why I HATE hotels. And motels? Eek. Motels are simply something you accrue in Monopoly so that you can later buy hotels. Although I guess if you are a criminal on the lam, then motels are just your style. Or perhaps this leaning tower of Victorian latticework.

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Galveston is home to the Pleasure Pier, which has never been pleasurable for us, as it is only open on weekends, and we cannot afford weekend rates anywhere but our own home. Nonetheless, it is a colorful sight against the bleak backdrop of a sunless sky. (Honestly, is this what London feels like? Seattle? Lack of sunlight is a serious buzzkill.)

Galveston 035It is a quirky city, decorated in green, gold, and purple in anticipation of Mardi Gras.

Galveston 045So quirky that the dentist is housed adjacent to the Ben & Jerry’s. Take note: Ron Burgundy’s Scotchy Scotch was there.

Galveston 047So quirky that this home showcased a plant-haired tiki idol, lording over all of Crystal Beach.

Galveston 147And when the sun peeked out from behind the clouds for all of eleven minutes…

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…it made for a lovely little shot of Americana.

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10 thoughts on “I Still Hear Your Seawaves Crashing

  1. The first 2 times I visited Galveston was for the love of 2 Southern Belles. The next two times was for the love of a Southern City. Whenever I think of Galveston I will always smile. Thanks!


  2. I stayed in the Flagship Hotel once. Is it still there?
    Also stayed in a cheap motel once with my first wife. We had been fishing all day, came in and collapsed on the bed and fell right asleep. Woke up the next morning to discover both doors wide open–the back sliding door and the front door. We had forgotten to lock up. Sometime during the night someone had slipped in and taken my wallet from my pants (1,500 bucks gone!)
    But I did not hold that against Galveston. Was my own fault.

    As I said in my comments on your other Galveston post, I mainly stayed in “The Lighthouse Hotel” but I had to hide from the Coast Guard, who patrol the Jettys at night. The Lighthouse was ‘off limits’ probably because it was falling apart.
    Lovely photos.
    Thanks for sharing


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