Toni persuaded me that San Antonio was THE place to go in Texas by hyping up the riverwalk to me. Let me tell you, it is not all hype. Helen said it was like Venice. I think it was more like a cross between Brighton, England and Venice, Italy. Of course, I have never been to Venice.
It was like Venice for obvious reasons. It was like Brighton because there were gaudy gewgaws for sale around every corner and lots of amusements and activities for sale or hire. Helen was dazzled by the light sabers. I am surprised she didn't buy one.
The riverwalk is the San Antonio river made into a canal, winding through the city. The river is below street level and is like a hidden microcity. I can't think of the word I am looking for. Like the London underground, it is deceiving. Many times Helen and I dipped down the river walk to make a short cut and ended up walking twice as far. It might just have felt like that because it was jam packed with so many people you could hardly move one block every half hour. Luckily the riverwalk is just as jam packed with margarita bars so we could stop every now and then for a refortifying drink.
Another similarity with Bright was the pseudo English weather. It would spit with rain for twenty minutes and then be warm and sunny, and then spit rain again. It was a little warmer than Brighton on most days.
Day2:
Alamo agenda
We started every morning with our only real meal: Breakfast at Gunters. I had an omelette and Helen mixed it up. We were beseiged with isidious birds preying on our leftovers. Helen protected me (they are scared of lawyers).
Here I am with Joel's present TEX the horse.
After breakfast we dragged our weary feet to the Alamo!
At the Alamo we learned all about the different between muskets and hunting rifles and had a demonstration of how a knife skins animals. We also learned the the Alamo was the fight for Texas' independance! How about that!
Cheap Stuff with cultural Cache:
After a massage we had recovered from the Alamo and were ready to the hit the Mexican market.
Jamia told us we Had to go to there. If you know Jamia, you can appreciate that it is best to do what she says. We were not disappointed. I bought a blanket.
We saw street performers and watched some lovely Latinas sing Michael Jackson, Janis Joplin and Al Green songs while we sipped our margaritas and munched on the ubiquitous nachos at the Mariachi bar.
Bubba Shot the Jukebox last night....
Before we hit the town on our last night we spent time relaxing in the room and performing our toilette. We took it seriously because we were headed to Cowboys Dance hall and Rodeo for some real culture!
Helen listened to music on her new fancy noise cancelling earphones. These made it so she could not hear me singing out of tune at the top of my voice. I was singing the only country song I really appreciate: Bubba shot the jukebox last night, said it played a sad song that made him cry.....
There was no rodeo that night and we had missed the bikini competition. However, when we walked in, "Bubba shot the Jukebox" was playing! What kind of crazy coincidence is that?
Helen found a ""cowboy" she liked the look of and danced with a "sling blade" type.
I danced with a "drug store cowboy" (He was a pharmacist)
The place had a weird high school vibe because only couples were dancing. gaggles of girls were gathered around tables waiting for a cowboy to ask them to dance. At any time we were there only half the people in the place were on the dance floor. The anticipation was palpable. Someone needs to write a modern day Jane Austen adaption centered around dances at COWBOYS.
Helen bought a hat so she would fit in. It looked good!
It was like Venice for obvious reasons. It was like Brighton because there were gaudy gewgaws for sale around every corner and lots of amusements and activities for sale or hire. Helen was dazzled by the light sabers. I am surprised she didn't buy one.
The riverwalk is the San Antonio river made into a canal, winding through the city. The river is below street level and is like a hidden microcity. I can't think of the word I am looking for. Like the London underground, it is deceiving. Many times Helen and I dipped down the river walk to make a short cut and ended up walking twice as far. It might just have felt like that because it was jam packed with so many people you could hardly move one block every half hour. Luckily the riverwalk is just as jam packed with margarita bars so we could stop every now and then for a refortifying drink.
Another similarity with Bright was the pseudo English weather. It would spit with rain for twenty minutes and then be warm and sunny, and then spit rain again. It was a little warmer than Brighton on most days.
Day2:
Alamo agenda
We started every morning with our only real meal: Breakfast at Gunters. I had an omelette and Helen mixed it up. We were beseiged with isidious birds preying on our leftovers. Helen protected me (they are scared of lawyers).
Here I am with Joel's present TEX the horse.
After breakfast we dragged our weary feet to the Alamo!
At the Alamo we learned all about the different between muskets and hunting rifles and had a demonstration of how a knife skins animals. We also learned the the Alamo was the fight for Texas' independance! How about that!
Cheap Stuff with cultural Cache:
After a massage we had recovered from the Alamo and were ready to the hit the Mexican market.
Jamia told us we Had to go to there. If you know Jamia, you can appreciate that it is best to do what she says. We were not disappointed. I bought a blanket.
We saw street performers and watched some lovely Latinas sing Michael Jackson, Janis Joplin and Al Green songs while we sipped our margaritas and munched on the ubiquitous nachos at the Mariachi bar.
Bubba Shot the Jukebox last night....
Before we hit the town on our last night we spent time relaxing in the room and performing our toilette. We took it seriously because we were headed to Cowboys Dance hall and Rodeo for some real culture!
Helen listened to music on her new fancy noise cancelling earphones. These made it so she could not hear me singing out of tune at the top of my voice. I was singing the only country song I really appreciate: Bubba shot the jukebox last night, said it played a sad song that made him cry.....
There was no rodeo that night and we had missed the bikini competition. However, when we walked in, "Bubba shot the Jukebox" was playing! What kind of crazy coincidence is that?
Helen found a ""cowboy" she liked the look of and danced with a "sling blade" type.
I danced with a "drug store cowboy" (He was a pharmacist)
The place had a weird high school vibe because only couples were dancing. gaggles of girls were gathered around tables waiting for a cowboy to ask them to dance. At any time we were there only half the people in the place were on the dance floor. The anticipation was palpable. Someone needs to write a modern day Jane Austen adaption centered around dances at COWBOYS.
Helen bought a hat so she would fit in. It looked good!
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