“You may all go to Hell and I will go to Texas.”
-me as I defiantly left Colorado in October, fire blazing from my back tires as I drove through the plains of Kansas and Oklahoma in a 13-hour fit of rage and fury into a dark Lone Star night
Just kidding, Davy Crockett said that during the Texas Revolution before he died at the Battle of the Alamo (obviously), and I left Colorado with a tiny touch of heartbreak and not even a drop of defiance.
For Thanksgiving this year (last year)(damn how has it already been 2 months since Thanksgiving??), I took my first ever trip to Austin, Texas to celebrate the holiday with family. While we were down in central Texas, we made the 1.5 hour drive to San Antonio to experience one of Texas’s most famous historic sites – The Alamo. On the way there, we stopped in San Marcos, Texas – a college town about halfway between Austin and San Antonio – for Mexican food and margaritas.
Admittedly, before arriving in San Antonio, I had no real knowledge of the Alamo aside from the fact that there had been a battle there. I was pretty sure the name Davy Crockett was somehow related, that this Crockett person was somehow associated with a coonskin cap, and that Mexico was somehow a part of the mix, too. I guess we didn’t cover Texas history very well in school growing up.
We arrived in San Antonio the Friday night after Thanksgiving in hopes of catching the Holiday River Parade – a parade of Christmas-themed boats – but were instead met by a torrential downpour and wind so strong our umbrellas were being blown inside out. Not exactly ideal parade-watching conditions. We braved the weather for about 5 minutes before retreating inside in the hotel bar, then for a rainy night out in a few San Antonio bars (which were completely dead… because of the weather).
The rainy skies cleared up the next morning as we made our way to the Alamo for a tour and a history lesson and a few great photo ops.The Alamo itself in all its glory
After wandering the building, grounds of the sanctuary, museum and gift shop, we made our way down to the famous San Antonio Riverwalk for some moooore Mexican food (no complaints here).
Have you ever been to the Alamo?