We took a little trip to San Antonio last weekend, and I have to say I was impressed. I’d only been once for a school trip in 7th grade, so my memory of the city was foggy at best and left me with the impression of it being a small-town tourist trap. Wrong. While there’s obviously the touristy aspect, this place has tons of culture, great food and drinks, vintage charm and lush landscapes. A quick Google search turned up that it’s actually the seventh most populous city in the U.S. – whaaaat?
On our first morning, while Zac did some work stuff, I ordered room service in bed. It felt pretty luxurious. And only the second time I’ve had room service ever, the first being the day after our wedding. Oh, and that’s the hotel’s resident peacock, who I stalked and may have accidentally led to believe I wanted to be more than just friends, because he showed me the goods. I can’t say I’m sorry.
Here I am, remembering the Alamo. The best part about visiting the Alamo is the grounds around it – so many gorgeous plants of the cactus variety. Actually, the best part was discovering how fashion forward Davy Crockett apparently was…that’s his vest up there. I was about to steal it, but the mean mug I got just for taking the picture (without a flash, mind you) suggested that security may have been tighter than I initially evaluated.
The market was the most touristy of tourist things to do, but the colorful eye candy made it worth doing once. That little guy on the bottom left came home with me. What’s he for? Don’t know, but he sure is pretty.
We ended the trip with a stop at Ocho in the Havana Hotel for drinks and dessert. This place was special and had amazing ambiance on a candlelit patio overlooking the river. A definite re-visit. We had dinner at the Pearl Brewery, a great new development that transformed a deserted brewery into a retail and dining area. Unfortunately the only picture I got is that top left one…next time. And that’s all, folks!