Yup, the Alamo is Still There

After a lovely, lightning storm, bug filled night in picturesque Fort Stockton, Texas we headed out to the land of Davie Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier before day break. When they tell you that Texas is big, its hard to really understand what they mean. But after spending two days just to get to San Antonio, we must say, Texas is pretty freaking big. And so are the trucks.

After five hours of being passed by semis and inhaling oil from the fields along the road, we arrived in San Antonio. We almost cried at the sight of a Starbucks and the joy of sharing the road with non-truck drivers.

First Stop - the Alamo. Following a quick change into our superman and woman attire, we headed out to see the sights. The Alamo was first on our list, because, well, that is what there is in San Antonio. The Alamo, for those of you 3 people who read this blog, is the sight of a great American battle that we bravely lost. Usually as country we focus on those battles that we win - lauding the victors and praising our skills. Except in the South, in the South we learned, you commemorate all the battles, particularly those that we lost. Remember this, it will help when you journey below the Mason-Dixon.

That being said, the Alamo is a beautiful tribute to the many stages that our Country has seen. Changing hands from Spanish, to Rebel, to Mexican to American, the Alamo is the perfect place to witness the changes in history. Physically the structure is unassuming, however, the lives it held within it are the foundation of the Western Attitude.

We finished up our history lesson for the day and moved on to drinks and jazz along the famed Riverwalk. We enjoyed live jazz by the Jim Cullum Jazz Band at the Landing, and the headed out to dinner on the water at Boudros. Guacamole at the table, steak and shrimp! Yummo.

A quick visit for sure, but a worthwhile one! Next stop - the Big Easy!