Rolling Traveler

…or How I learned that a waterproof seat for a wheelchair isn’t necessarily a good idea.

 When I think of Austin, Texas, I think of it in many terms: the great friends I have there; the bars I like and the beers they have on tap; the good yet cheap food; the live music; the wide open spaces. However, I also think of it as the place where I got soaked worse than I have ever been without actually falling into a body of water. The very first day I spent in Austin, I found out what the word downpour really meant, and it was nothing like the wimpy little storms I’d experienced in Ireland and Poland. The worst Atlantic storm felt like light rain by comparison: this was rain that hurt.

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