13/07/2017 ChandreBo

George Ranch Historical Park was the last stop on our Houston adventure. After all our artistic, educational and cultural pursuits of Houston we wanted to do something with a big more cowboy flair. Studying trip adviser brought us to George Ranch. Situated about 50 km outside of Houston. We were ready for cowboy fun and a taste of life on a ranch in Texas.   The Ranch George Ranch is a type of living, functioning museum of four generations of the same family. The first generation came down from Arkansas in 1824, and were of the first settlers to set up…

20/06/2017 ChandreBo

When I thought of Houston I didn’t exactly think of a roaring arts district filled with with theatres and performing arts centres. I also didn’t picture museums, art galleries and horse drawn carts. I was waiting for New York for the cultural part of our adventure. Once again, Houston bowled me over. A few street away from all the theatres hosting a range of ballets, musicals and theatre productions is the Houstom Museum District. Tree lined roads of cultural exchange, ancient sculptures, modern art and a look back at history and our planet. Our Awesome Houston CityPASSes included access to the…

31/05/2017 ChandreBo

“Houston, we have a problem” and NASA are basically synonymous. My husband was both excited an envious after my brother checked into The Johnson Space Center during a trip to Houston with friends. My husband wanted to work for NASA when he was a child. There is still a part of him that would love to send his CV to Elon Musk to see if he couldn’t get involved with Space X. When we booked our flights to Houston going to the Johnson Space Center became a top priority. Getting Tickets: NASA here we come! Important to know, is that the…

19/04/2017 ChandreBo 2Comment

When we left Colorado, at 6 in the morning, I was flying with my skiing thermals under my jeans and my sheepskin snow boots. I was still cold. When we got off the plane in Houston I thought I was going to melt. It was a mildly warm, sunshine day when we landed a few days before Christmas in the heart of the American winter. A day that could easily pass for summer in many parts of the world. I was out of the ski-boots and into a skirt sans thermals before you could say “hee-haw”. Houston really took me…