With only a single day to spend in Galveston, I wasted no time and headed straight for the historic seaport. The old docks felt alive with stories, and a boat ride gave me a chance to see the harbor from the water. As we glided past the SS Selma shipwreck, I couldn’t help but imagine the storms that had left their mark, reminders of both fragility and resilience.

Back on land, I drove the island from the Northeastern tip all the way down past Galveston State Park, watching it unfold in contrasts. Busy piers, quiet neighborhoods, stretches of sand where the horizon seemed endless. The gulf side was wide open, the waves steady, and the air thick with the rhythm of the coast.

Dinner was seafood, fresh and simple. As the sun lowered, I walked along the beach, toes sinking into the sand, the sound of waves steady and soothing.

It was just one day, but it felt complete. History, sea, and shore woven together into a memory worth keeping.