San Antonio: Remembering something or other
Aug 18, 2008
Oct 01, 2008
After our educational experience at the Alamo, we headed over to the Riverwalk, which is a really beautiful section of the San Antonio River which is lined with restaurants and has nice walking paths on both sides
. We had some challenges trying to find the accessible access points, which meant that MIke had to hoist me up a few staircases now and then, but overall it was a really nice place to walk and enjoy the view, and was about 10 degrees cooler than being up at street level--in case that sounds weird, imagine that the riverwalk is down by the river, and 'street level' is one level up, so it was sort of like we were walking underneath the downtown area.
Now we're back at our inn, with bellies full of Mexican food, praying to the Gods of traffic that we make it through Houston tomorrow without any problems. On our way into San Antonio, we saw messages on the freeways saying 'Do not go to Houston' and 'Limited fuel supplies in and around Houston', but we did some research and we think we should be able to get fuel before we get there and then cruise on through on our way to New Orleans without stopping. We just hope we don't get caught up in the traffic of all the Houstonians heading back to see what Ike did to their homes...maybe with the canoe on our roof we can pass as rescue volunteers?
After a night's sleep in a very beautiful historic inn here in San Antonio, we slept late and then headed into town to explore. We're about 2.5 miles from the center of town, but if you know Mike, you know that that meant we were walking ("driving? what for? Only Americans would do that!"). After winding our way through functional, blah neighborhoods, we suddenly found ourselves in the middle of downtown, facing the famed Alamo. They always say to 'Remember the Alamo', but we weren't exactly sure why, other than something about lots of Texans dying, so we spent about an hour exploring the grounds and lernin' in the museum. It turned out to be quite an interesting story about how Texas became independent and how and why about 200 men died in this former Spanish mission trying to defend it. The only strange thing was that you were supposed to be quiet in the main building because it was a 'shrine to Texas liberty'--is that a religion?