Without Cousin Jeff around to get us up and going we fell back into our old ways of sleeping in and starting out late. On Saturday morning we eventually got on the road and headed south toward San Antonio. Our first stop in San Antonio was the Alamo. All I knew of the Alamo is what I learned from the movie Pee Wee’s Big Adventure when I was a kid…it doesn’t have a basement. We got caught up on our Texas history and toured the amazing grounds.
Once overwhelmed with Texas history, we walked down to San Antonio’s River Walk. Unfortunately, we happen to catch it when the river was drained for an annual dredging. It wasn’t at its peak, but it was easy to see how amazing it must be in the Spring with the river flowing and the foliage in full effect. There were arching bridges, waterfalls, and bars and restaurants lining the walk. I attached a couple of images that I found from a Google search of what the River Walk should look like. We will definitely be coming back here.
Awhile back, Wes and Paula, Shannon’s good friend Heather’s parents, commented on the blog that if we make it to San Antonio we should look them up and invited us to stay at their place. The danger of the blog is that we take people up on their offers. We had a great night with Wes and Paula. They made us our first home cooked meal in weeks — an amazing spaghetti dinner. To top it all off, we ate brownies and ice cream by the fire. We had a great time talking and learning about all of the critters lurking like wild hogs, rattlesnakes, and scorpions found outside, and sometimes inside. Watch out Heather, we also heard some great childhood stories….a toy mouse making its way into mashed potatoes. Thank you Wes and Paula for such a great night!