Atlanta… Like I’d Never Seen It Before

Finally we got a break. After hustling and bustling through
so many cities, we finally entered familiar territory – or so we thought.
Welcome to Atlanta, Georgia!

Of course, we passed though a couple other cities before we reached Hot-lanta. Take a
look:

We arrived at night again, but this time we were staying at a
friend’s house in downtown Atlanta.
Khary (pronounced Car – e) welcomed his weary travelers with open arms
as a good host should. His apartment
was more breathtaking than any hotel we’d been to thus far. He lives in the heart of the city in a
historic building called the Healey. The Healey Building was the last major skyscraper built in Atlanta during the
pre-World War I construction boom. The building is complete with doorman,
barbershop, pizza parlor, amazing architecture and million dollar views. In my previous trips to Atlanta I don’t remember downtown being so trendy. It’s a great place to live!

Well, it was bound to happen… THE FLAT TIRE. How in the world did a nail the size of
Texas get lodged into Keisha’s brand new tire? UGH! I would like to tell you that the flat happened on some lonely highway in the
middle of nowhere while it was raining—’cuz you know, that would be all dramatic. But it didn’t happen like that. Our uber hospitable host Khary heard the leak as we were unpacking the car – PHEW!

So we got
to meet Scott and the nice folks at W.T. Standard and Associates who fixed our flat in record
time. You guys were great! TIP: I also learned that if you can’t get your bolts off to change your tire, try standing on the crow bar and give a slight bounce – Thanks Khary!

I even got my hands dirty.

Me waiting for the car after I slaved over getting the spare tire on and then driving to the repair shop. Guess what Keisha was doing…

Of course.

This is Scott. Thanks again Scott for helping get our tire fixed. And no, you don’t need to paint your shop – I like the blue on white.

Mexican food in
Atlanta? The place looked nice; it was in a new part of the city, and we were starving and cranky. So we stopped at a new trendy spot named Rosa Mexicano in a newly developed part of Atlanta called Atlantic Station.
The décor was immaculate, but the food was okay – I might be a Mexican food snob having lived in LA for so long. But I was in great company as always.