Imaginations Can Run Wild in San Antonio
After driving pretty much all day long, one can start seeing things. For example, as we were entering San Antonio, there was this old beat-up pickup truck driving alongside of us. The driver had about a hundred papers, envelopes and receipts stuffed into his sun visor. I was sitting in the back seat with Ann and asked her what on earth could he possibly be keeping all stuffed up in his sun visor and Ann looked over to the truck and asked me why on earth would anyone be keeping a dead bird in their visor? I told her to look again, and after she did, she looked over to me and we both began to crack-up. Our husbands up front weren’t paying any attention to us crazy laughing women.
It was a long drive from Pecos to San Antonio, and the landscape changed dramatically. Pecos was full of scrub grass, oil wells and flat land, but as we approached San Antonio, we passed by hills and buttes. Very different. It was the occasional cactus that kept us from thinking we were in New Hampshire. When we reached near downtown San Antonio, we pulled the car into a shopping mall and piggy-backed off a coffee shops Wi-Fi and searched on the Internet for a decent hotel we could book on line. We found this site that listed the best hotels in San Antonio: http://www.bestsanantoniohotels.com, and found one within our price range and had rooms available that day.
We didn’t get to go out for dinner until 9pm! That’s why when we finally got through half our meal, we couldn’t figure out it the Davy Crockett figure standing in the balcony of the Mexican restaurant we were at was a real man or not! I’m serious, that’s how loopy we were and we had no alcohol in us to boot! What was great about that night at the restaurant though, was we got to witness a man propose to his girlfriend. That wasn’t imaginary.
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