Lost: Dignity and Hubcap
Trip Start Feb 22, 2006
11Trip End May 2006
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San Antone (I should have brought Lonesome Dove!!)
Texas: The Proud Home of President George W. Bush (that's what the sign says)
And so began day number two. With the flat tire out of the way, I was ready to eat up some more highway. I got up at 6AM, repacked my coolers with ice, and set off down I-10.
I was excited to cross the border into Texas because I'd never been here before and because I was saying goodbye to the swamps and bayous. At first, the landscape looked the same. The sky was still overcast and dreary. But things soon began to change and I hoped the same would happen to my fortunes.
Houston came and went
San Antonio is a gorgeous place. I recommend it! I parked a block away from the Alamo. The Alamo itself looks just like you think it would, but it is surrounded by very pleasant gardens and the cavalry yard is where the guide gives a little speech about the background information, etc. What I never knew about the Alamo is that it is right downtown-in fact, San Antonio is formed around it. The Alamo Plaza is a tourist hotspot and even a place for locals to hang out.
After a short visit to the Alamo, I walked the few blocks to the Riverwalk. It is the gem of the city. I walked the entire length of the river, enjoying the path, the waterfalls, bridges, restaurants and other people taking advantage of the nice weather.
Mom said they die it green for St. Patty's Day. I wish I could see that! I should celebrate my Irish-ness at some point.
Anyway, after the Riverwalk, I bought some postcards at the Visitor's Center and headed out.
The drive to Ft. Stockton, though long (I think it was close to 300 miles), was very exciting. I was finally able to see dynamic landscape, and maybe a preview of the Chisos Mountains in Big Bend. It's called the Hill Country, and while I cut through sheer rock and sped down crazy inclines, I was able to "enjoy" some authentic Texas music on the radio.
The Spanish stations were fun, and I caught myself daydreaming about the mysterious Hispanic man who changed my flat, and our non-existent brown babies
The most entertaining music, however, was the country. I avoid country, as a rule, but there's something wrong with listening to Jay-z or Tupac in Texas. Even Sting seemed way out of place, and Sting goes with everything. So, I turned up the country. Most of it was the typical country-the cheesy love songs, "My Old Friend" by Tim McGraw, pretty cliché. But I knew I was in trouble when the next song began by telling the story of this guy named Zaragoza, who stole a fighting cock, named Gallo Del Cielo and came to the US to make his fortune. And, get this, buy back the land that Pancho Villa stole from his dad. There are a few things that just don't need to be sung about, and I'm pretty sure cockfighting is in the top ten. Don't you agree?
So, I made it to Ft. Stockton, despite Bambi's attempts to jump in front of my car. Tomorrow, BIG BEND!!!