Two weeks ago, I was pretty pleased with my Dallas, Texas, hotel room view. And what’s not to like? Space-needle-like architecture, didn’t overlook a public landfill, smelled slightly of barbecue and came complete with a dramatic sunrise or sunset, although I now couldn’t tell you which one. After years of opting for the local Bates Motel in anContinue reading “Her Name is Rio and She Dances on the Sand”
Riled Up Runner 