We finally met Austin. And he was just as cool and hip as everyone said he would be. I know I’m like the girl who cried (city) wolf, but for real. Austin is at the top of our list of places to consider moving to after this travel adventure comes to an end.

Let’s talk, Austin. You’re not just hot, but humid. Which is the worst. No, really. The. Worst. But that’s ok. I forgive you, Austin. Because you are THAT cool. Figuratively speaking of course.

Not only did the city impress us, our Airbnb stay was hipster-tastic. We rented an Airstream in East Austin and no joke, it made me start to google “costs of Airstreams” so we could buy one and move into one ASAP. I mean how rad would that be?

Sam and his wife Elaine have my dream backyard (fire pit, outdoor kitchen, etc.), complete with three friendly chickens.

Let’s just pack our bags already and move to Austin. Who’s with us? Most days, we spent roaming around the super walkable city, stopping in for cool-down beverages and exploring street art.

Speaking of street art, Austin is home to a graffiti park that is pretty cool. I’m pretty sure we got a contact high from all the spray paint fumes. And sadly, we didn’t tag anything. Next time.

Our Airbnb hosts recommended we cool down a bit at Barton Springs. Think giant, football-sized spring that kinda looks like a big pool, but kinda feels like a stream with stuff floating in it. The water temp was amazing, especially since it was balls-hot outside. Our time there went something like this: jump into springs, can’t breathe, oh that feels better, get out, fuck it’s hot, get back in. Repeat.

We also namaste-d a bit (ok, once) during our stay. We found a donation-based yoga studio close to our place that even gave us free mat rental since we biked there on our hosts’ cruisers.

But probably one of my fave activities during our time in Austin was…my birthday. Yes, I’m like a five-year-old child. I freakin’ love my birthday. Just ask Craig how many times I said “it’s my birthday” on my actual birthday. We woke up, walked to a cute cafe for brunch (and mimosas).

Then made our way to the movies to escape the heat. But first, rosé bubbly, in a rocking chair.

After the movies, we channeled our inner honky tonk and walked to The White Horse (another recommendation by our lovely hosts). We caught some live music and watched some amazing dancing done by men in cowboy hats and women in twirly skirts, naturally.

Would you look at the time, it’s practically midnight. And by midnight, I mean 9. This newly 33-year-old needs bed. Plus, we had an excuse. Our butt-crack-early 7am flight to Nashville the next day.

Stay tuned to tunes, comedy tours, and pesky humidity that never dies…