Looking for Houses in all the Wrong Places

John talking to the philosophers of Zilker Park
The happy couple on the day of the car crash in front of the bed and breakfast.

We headed to Austin over the 4th of July in order to find a place to live for the start of the school year. We stayed in what we believe was a haunted house (did not realize this until we had weird experiences in the attic room). Additionally, the real estate company hooked us up with a country bumpkin who had never lived in Austin....he did not know the neighborhoods and the houses he showed us were dumps (several had plumbing fixtures strewn about the lawn). To top off our stay, John totalled our rental car. It was a rather alarming visit and both of us left Texas afraid to return.