I told my kids that San Antonio is the perfect place for them. They are of a distinct Spanish/Mexican/German heritage which is exactly what San Antonio is comprised of. They even have a part of the Riverwalk called "Sauerkraut Bend" due to the large number of German immigrants who settled there in the 1800's. It's funny to walk from one street to the next and see signs pointing out "Dolores Avenue", and "Mercado Street", then the next ones over feature "Fredericksburg Road", and "Guenther Place."
We failed Pee Wee Herman in so many ways. Alas, his bicycle was nowhere to be found, but in all honesty, we never even set foot inside The Alamo on this trip. I scheduled to visit on the day we were leaving, but then I saw how much they charge to park on the weekends. EIGHT FREAKIN DOLLARS! We did tour it two years ago, and so I told the kids that we would have to adhere to the old battle cry of, "Remember The Alamo!", because eight dollars and my grubby hands would not soon be parted. I do indeed remember the Alamo. They had sparkling clean bathrooms, a smoking hot tour guide, and buy one get one free Davy Crockett coon skin caps. I stocked up, because you can never really have too many coon skin caps lying around.
Another Enchanted Springs Ranch memento. I am directly related to the notorious outlaw, Billy The Kid. No, I'm not (bad pun alert!)KIDding. Much thanks to Papi's outstanding genealogy efforts for uncovering lots of previously unknown family crap to add to the plethora of known family crap. My kinfolk and I spied the stagecoach with great interest, but as soon as we assembled a proper posse for an old-fashioned stagecoach robbery, the driver declared that strict Union rules stipulates that the horses had to retire for the day. The bandit life ain't so easy in these here modern times.
A photo from our hotel room at San Antonio's Embassy Suites where we ate like pigs every morning at their free breakfast. Yes, the Buffet Gods were smiling down upon us, and we paid tribute to him at the altar of the made-to-order omelet bar. A tip for the frugally minded: Wait until the latest time possible to feed your crew, that way it takes care of both breakfast and lunch at once, and saves you a buttload of money.
The Fountain Of Youth! This gorgeous font fit in very well with the Spanish theme and the shiny saltillo tiled floors. The added bonus stemmed from being able to buy lots of vending machine goodies, and play the nickel slot machines all day long. Cha-Ching! A duffel bag full of pennies for your thoughts......