Skipping the boring stuff.
The Alamo is worth seeing, but, for some reason, doesn't have the reverence or draw that many other historical relics have had for me. I think of San Chapelle or St. Paul's Cathedral. These places felt special. The Alamo not so much. Not sure why.
The coolest thing at the Alamo, I thought, was the 4ft by 5ft model someone built depicting the final moments of the battle. It sits in the gift shop. Crazy good detail with thousands of tiny figures. I wish I had taken a picture of it because I can't find a picture online.
From there we hopped on a sight-seeing bus tour. This was my idea. In my experience, these are a great way to get to see and learn about a city very quickly. I was wrong. A total flop. There were large chunks of the tour when the driver just turned on some country music as filler - maybe there was nothing interesting to share. We got off twice - the first time at some brewery that they transformed into a fake place with shops and music and condos. Whatever. The second time we got off for good at the Mexican Market. We didn't even finish half of the bus tour.
The Mexican Market was great. Lots of tent vendors selling stuff. I love the artists in any place in the world that has any history or culture. San Antonio, like Paris, has both. And it was fun to talk to the painters and sculptors.
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Goat. Yum. |
From there, we walked back to the hotel, stopping briefly at some of the basic sites - including the cathedral where Bowie and Crockett are buried.

A gentle stroll back the hotel where Janna and I joined in the pool activities for a bit.
At about 7:30 we all walked back down the River Walk to a boat tour, which we had already paid for as a part of the bus tour. The sun was setting and we weren't quite hungry yet for dinner due to our late lunch. The River Walk boat tour was awesome. Quick and fun. The guide was funny and engaging. The River Walk was buzzing as evening settled in and it was overtaken with lights and people.


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Yeah. Eating in a gas station. LOVE IT. |
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