Donut Palace

It was back to beautiful Galveston last week for a long 4-day weekend of sun and surf with Chel, Little Mom, Marcy, Addy and Yoshi. This time we rented a condo right along Seawall Boulevard. The condo was great because it had a full kitchen, a little back porch where we could sit and watch the waves while the dogs sniffed around outside, and we didn’t have to deal with hotel policies and attack mosquitoes.

Since we’re Galveston veterans now, we’re even learning the best places to eat. The Donut Palace on Broadway Street is the bomb; we went there for breakfast every day. I think I probably gained five pounds just standing at the counter looking at their amazing selection and another five eating all the apple fritters and ham, egg and cheese croissants that I did.

At dinner on Saturday night, I took out the iPhone to show Chel some of the photos we had taken at the beach. (I’ve posted them in this little gallery.) She noticed a couple at the next table staring at us and the iPhone, and invited them to join us in our booth. After they got to see the iPhone we hit it off talking about other stuff, and they invited us to go out on their boat the next morning before we headed home.

On the way back to the condo we went through all the possible scenarios — maybe they’re going to get us on their boat and kill us! After a brief Googling of our suspects we decided we were safe. (Just in case, though, we left our new friend’s business card on the coffee table of the condo with a note that he had taken us out on his boat.)

The boat ride turned out great — we took our new friends Steve and Cynthia breakfast from the Donut Palace, and we saw a family of dolphins swimming around the bay. Our new friends are probably going to meet us for drinks the next time they’re in Dallas.

This was possibly the best Galveston trip ever, and it was a great way to send Marcy off to grad school in Boston. Now if I can just work off some of those pounds I packed on at the Palace before school starts!