I'm Back

Back to reality ladies and gents. Don't worry, I snatched up some of those handy-dandy travel size toiletries to bring home. I don't know why I always bring them home, but I do. They may come in useful one day.

We had a fun filled few days in San Antonio. San Antonio is a great place for us to visit. It's just about an hour (maybe a bit more) drive, and there is more than enough to keep us busy. I love being downtown in cities where you have walking access to everything you need. If I ever lived in a city, I would have to either walk or rely on mass transit. I'm not a good driver in crazy traffic. Some members of my family would say I'm not a good driver in any kind of traffic, but we'll just ignore them.

Anyway, we drove down on Thursday afternoon, and after checking in at our hotel we hit the Riverwalk. After dinner, we took Andrew on a riverboat ride which he enjoyed and ended up outside the Alamo before going back to our room.

Friday morning we got up bright and early and headed to Sea World. Andrew was really excited about seeing "Shampoo" as he called him (or her as the case may be). I love Sea World, but I think that once in my life I would like to go when it's not sweltering. We were fortunate that for all of the morning and part of the afternoon there were overcast skies which helped it to stay a little bit on the "cooler" side . . . if you can consider 98 degrees cool.

Sesame Street and Shamu . . . what more could you ask for?

Baby Shamu . . . oh my goodness . . . so stinkin' cute.

Baby Sea Lion . . . oh dear . . . need I say more?

First rollercoaster ride! :)

On Saturday morning, we put our walking shoes back on and went exploring. We visited El Mercado and wandered through the shops and booths. Afterward, we went back to the Alamo. Yes, I forced my family to go back. I wanted to go inside. Patrick says I've made him go through the Alamo more times than he can count. Among other things, I teach Texas history . . . I love Texas history. Unfortunately, you are not supposed to take pictures on the inside of the Alamo. We ate lunch on the Riverwalk, and then returned to the air conditioning to dry off from sweating buckets rest. That evening, after three days of no naps and being on the go, Andrew was wiped out so we grabbed pizza at a local hole in the wall place (which was really good) and spent the rest of the night hanging out in the room.

To be so cool in 104 degree temps . . .

When taking pictures of a bunch of people you don't know, black and white (or sepia or whatever) always seems to look better.

Trips are always fun, and vacations are great, but I'm pretty sure Dorothy had it right when she tapped her heels together and said, "There's no place like home, there's no place like home . . .".

I'm leaving you with a video of Andrew getting his "groove thang" on with the characters of Sesame Street. He's got moves you only wish you had. (Sorry about the quality . . . I had to lessen the quality to get it to load)