BEST WESTERN Garden Inn
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Greetings, still from San Antonio;
Yesterday was a quiet day. Our only real activity was to go visit The Alamo. Walking inside the museum was very reminiscent of many of the Churches we have visited in Italy. There is a sense of quiet and reverence about what happened there. It was a moving experience. Pictures are not allowed in the museum but I did snap one of the outside.
... and they say Florida is hot!
Before I forget, let me tell you about our last dinner in New Orleans. We ate at John Besh's place Domenica, which is Italian for Sunday. It was a really authentic Italian trattoria, very informal and family friendly. The most memorable dishes we had were a pizza that we shared, with tomato and spicy salumi and an antipasto plate with meats and cheese. The pizza could have been made in Italy and brought to New ...
Today we took a more relaxed morning and stayed in the waterpark near our room all day while the Kelly's met up with friends at the other park to do some of the more intense slides. We started the day at the wave pool all together and then convinced Brynn to ride the Falls river ride back to the other side of the park where we enjoyed the Alligator river for a log while. Pizza lunch ...
... Amo Station was on LA's blue line, void of any rail staff and peppered with fidgety loiterers. There was enough information on the display boards to figure out a route back to Inglewood. A young, well-spoken girl politely bit me for a quarter. The train was a fast, single-decked electric like the BART trains in San Francisco, worn, mostly clean and surprisingly devoid of any vandalism. Regular people, workers, school kids, old ladies and a few creepy specimens boarded ...
Together we have almost twenty years sober. But most of the time we act like children; clumsy, emotional and misunderstood. I am critical, and impulsive, she is trusting and reckless. Most of the last two days I've spent finding the balance between the child in me, and the adult. I tell her to slow down, stop playing, look straight ahead. Words that often put out the fire in us, but keep us safe. ...