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Good morning from Austin, Texas. On my 6:30am flight yesterday just as we were taxiing over to the runway a raccoon-looking "emotional support" dog wearing a bright orange safety-sweater-vest appears out of nowhere, looks me dead in the eye and drops a heater in the aisle. A moment later the dog is racing towards the back of the plane howling the whole way. Imagine that for a second. Pure chaos. I'm starting to think this whole program is a scam...

Anyway, I'm stoked to be heading back to Texas for the weekend. You guys absolutely crushed it with the Portland recs yesterday so I put them all into a guide on the flight home in case anyone else is wondering: 
where to eat lunch in Portland.

Hit me with your favorite Austin spots to check out!

Have a great weekend.




 

 

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The rain swept into Venice like a cavalry charge and I was pleased. The taverna in Dorsoduro had a yellow plastic awning that stretched itself into the thin road in front, just covering the round table, which had just now been laid with cured ham and a chipped glass jug of red wine. We sat and ate in our coats as the rain fell still harder. A little stream bubbled down the gutter of the slate-stone street. It didn’t matter. We were dry, and I’d never had such a nice time in the city.

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