Where do I even start about Austin? Be prepared, this might be a long entry. The night we arrived it was raining buckets, bolt lightning would illuminate the sky every minute or so, and the thunder would clap so crisp and hard car alarms would go off. And in the middle of all of that you could still walk around at night in a t-shirt and shorts! I was enthralled. Our first couch surfing host, Valera, was a super cool person who we could connect with right off the bat. She knew where the radical info-shops were, the good cafes, where good eating was, and where we should look for oil. She had bus routes and maps for us, and a spare room. The Ryzome collective houses the Austin branch of Food not Bombs, a
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