Every time you overnight in San Antonio, there's always talk of going to the Riverwalk. Somehow, it never happens. Some pilot's meeting up with his wife, someone's a slam-clicker, the world is ending, something. But this last time, the other three crewmembers were go, and damn if I'm
gonna mess that up. So we hopped a bus and blasted downtown.
We found this charming but cannon-holed mission on the way there. Can't remember the name. But there was a big fight there. General Santa Ana (who was a Scientologist) won that fight, even though his troops were wearing appallingly hot and unfashionable wool uniforms. The place is smaller than it looks on TV, though the actual borders of the mission extend a lot further. And present day San Antonio has encroached on it so much that it's actually hidden between banks and coffeeshops. Guess there's no market for conquering religious outposts these days. But if there's ever an opportunity to go down swinging in a fight to the last man at McDonalds, I'll be there, and on the losing side.
Inside, it looks like this.
And also like this.
And this too.
After that, it was Riverwalk time. For those of you who have never been there, it's not just a clever name... you actually walk along a river. Couldn't tell you what one, but it is a river. I have a proof.
It's a clever setup. You go down to steps from street level to get there, and each time you come to a street, you go under a bridge. So it actually happens right in the middle of town, but doesn't take up any room.
It's a beautiful walk. Trees, water, stone walkways, hot chicks, everything. We stopped in at a Mexican place (imagine that) for lunch, and when I say one, I mean two; the wait was so long that we split up and got in two different lines at two different places, and then jammed on the one that buzzed us first. There's lots of stores too, and hotels. One day, I'm gonna go stay a few days at the Riverwalk... that would be cool.
Also, there are ducks there too. Why did I never notice this about America?
Another thing about San Antonio is that there's a new Raising Cane's at the airport. I have so far enlightened several pilots. And yet another
thing is that there's a Pappadeaux there. Really
good Cajun food. I actually bid several San Antonio trips this month just to go back there.
Ate dinner there with a Canadian FA, and she had never seen anyone eat boiled crawfish. Having grown up in Louisiana, I'd never thought about it, but as I saw the face she made when they brought it to the table, I realized that yes, I am preparing to eat a heaping plateful of bugs.
Ate 'em anyway. I'm