1. The un/official state drink is Autocrat Coffee Syrup. It's exactly what it sounds like--syrup that is coffee. It comes in bottles (or giant jugs!), and you squeeze it into your milk like chocolate syrup, and mix it in. Delicious. Mom II, via Ashers, introduced me to it.
2. Obviously there are no H.E.B.s up here. Instead, there are Stop-and-Shops. They're very similar to Randalls, though perhaps a touch nicer.
3. Liquor stores are called package stores. So don't get your hopes up that the house/apartment you're looking to rent is within walking distance (or next door to) a FedEx or something.
4. Similarly, ice cream shops are called creameries. (Guess what! There's a creamery just a few blocks away from our new apartment! It was destiny.)
5. Taco Bell is as popular up here after midnight as it is in Texas.
6. The roads are wide enough for a car, but they feel uncomfortably narrow. Maybe I'm just used to roads designed for giant ranch trucks and the like, though.
7. The people here are very straightforward, and that's reflected in their humor. It's both refreshing and--depending on the situation--potentially embarrassing.
8. Sometimes the local accents are difficult to understand, but not so much that my Irrational Fear #1 can be recategorized as Rational.
9. Providence Place, the gigantic mall area, reminds me of the Galleria in Houston. For some reason. It's surrounded by spaghetti-like highways, and it itself is one giant brick edifice. It's so pretty, and full of all the stores I could hope.
10. Brick is pretty rare up here, except on the college campus. And I haven't seen anything made out of stone. It's very strange to me, and makes me miss the south already. But that's okay! Because the Victorian-ish architecture is gorgeous.
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