Back in the day, Galveston was “our” beach. We went there, brown water, brown sand, and all, before exotic spots like Padre Island and the Florida Panhandle caught our attention and held it. Today, Galveston, still reeling and riddled years after Hurricane Rita, boasts cute resorts cut-and-pasted between abandoned buildings with roofing still flapping in the wind. We found it tarball-free as it ever was; tarballs were a phenomenon before the “BP Disaster” but none were evident on our visit.
So we took a trip to visit our old friend, to find its soul. Galveston’s got all the elements; it’s got history (including a storm in 1901 that followed the same path as Rita with much the same effect), a historic downtown filled with interesting stories and carefully preserved architecture, it has an authentic food culture with dashes of Cajun thrown in. (more…)