Section 11: Langtry to Del Rio

 

Day 132-139

0 miles

 

 
     

     

    

    

Del Rio is a cool place. Or at least it is for us. Bob, the owner of the Whispering Palms Inn, is an charismatic, generous person with a keen interest in travel and abundant stories from his own adventures. Sarah had met him on her way to join us on the river and had filled him in on our project. He was born in Kenya to Indian parents but he studied in London and then moved to the US with his wife and kids for the majority of his working life. He had lived all over the States, in New York and LA and San Antonio and now, Del Rio. He used to own a travel company and had been instrumental in developing the early technology for travel sites like Expedia and Tripadvisor. He had made money and lost it and made it again and had a million things going on in a million different places. This didn’t stop him from being heavily involved in the community, especially with an orphanage just over the border in Mexico. He donated big chunks of time and money to organizing everything from doctor appointments to Christmas to school fees to celebrations. Local art lined the lobby and breakfast room of his hotel. He loved cooking and shared his homemade, spicy Indian curries with us. Needless to say, we absolutely loved him.

 

Nikki sent a care package!    

Nikki sent a care package!

 

   

   

It was total bliss to take some time off to rest and catch up on everything we had let slide on the river. We did everything we had fantasized about and more. Somehow over the past week we had all picked up a nasty cold, and spent several days hacking up our lungs and struggling to breathe in all the congestion.

Nooo, do we have to be sick on our zero days? 

Kim and Fred and Sarah, in their different corners of the world, suffered similarly. Just one more thing to add to the list of things we owe our parents! Bob kept our immune systems in good shape with plates of spicy food and we slept and lazed around plenty. Once we started feeling better, we did our best to catch up on pictures, blogs, and emails, all of which had suffered in our mad dash along the river. Tenny made the heroic effort to walk to the Del Rio library day after day to upload videos and post blogs. Claire did her part from the homefront and we slowly, painfully began to recover our lost sanity. Maybe, just maybe, we can be ready to hike again!