CENT Days 20, 21, & 23
We arrived in San Antonio a tich before sunset and headed straight to the River Walk. Here’s a shot of the waterways in the fading light.
Beautiful and so cleverly planned and designed. This trip has taught me that we live in a country filled with talented, out-of-the-box architects and engineers. What a feat. The river is so narrow, the lighting so muted but natural, the sounds of muffled conversations, soft laughs, and chirping birds create an ambience at once charming and intimate and open and spacious.
We ate a wonderful dinner, saddle of lamb for me, elk for the DH (he tried Elk in Hattiesburg and loved the taste), and relaxed. Bellies pleasantly sated, we strolled the riverbanks and admired merchandise and people-watched. The DH spotted a jazz band playing and we had Irish coffees and listened to a group of retired professors bring down de place! A perfect finale to a long day of travelling.
The following morning, after our customary 30 minutes in the gym (yes, I’m proud to say that with the exception of three days so far, we’ve diligently exercised everyday) drove the Mission Trail. Fascinating and enthralling. I had no idea the Spanish settled San Antonio in the 1500s or that Pope Alexander divided the rest of the world (aside from Europe) between Portugal and Spain in 1498. How galling and arrogant! Sheesh. Here’s shots of a couple of the missions.
The mill at one of the missions proved absolutely beguiling. Here’s a picture of the water wheel. This mill at full capacity could grind 500 pounds of flour in a day!
We finished off by having lunch at Landry’s Seafood - a must eat… yum yum. After that we toured the Alamo. I had no clue as to what happened at the Alamo and found everything about this monument riveting. What a tale of an inspiring blend of courage, determination, and loyalty.
That night the DH insisted on a steak dinner, so we went to Bonahan’s, the #2 rated steakhouse in all of Texas. And my durned expanding waistline didn’t utter a single protest. I ate every bite.
Writing this sitting in jeans that pinch,
Cheers,
JC