After museum time we logged more seat time, rolling into San Antonio early enough in the evening to grab some really remarkable Tex Mex and Margaritas at Viva Villa on Deloroso.
The next morning we headed downtown and learned that everything we thought we knew about the Alamo was pretty much wrong. Fortunately, the reality was much cooler than our Disney-fied version of events. First thing we learned, this building is a lot smaller than it appears in those old movies.
The guided tour is well done and worth taking, although our guide was seemingly imbued with the superpower of making even the most exciting event sound boring.
On weekends they have period actors who do some reenactments, well, except for the part where everyone dies, they leave that out.
We hung around the Alamo just long enough to let the weather catch up with us and by the time we arrived at the San Antonio Missions National Historical Park it was pouring rain. The Mission Park isn’t like most parks, the missions are scattered throughout the city along the 15-mile Riverwalk trail and since it was raining, I had an excuse to avoid the 15 mile hike (yay bad weather!). I also ended up getting some cool photos from the deal, so it was a win-win in my book.
Mission San Jose is the most popular site to visit, it is also home to a nice visitor’s center with a small museum. The gorgeous church was built in 1768.
The area in front of the church was a courtyard surrounded by small apartments where natives who had been converted to Catholicism could live, the mission even provided bread-baking machines for their use! (some assembly required)
Our next stop was Mission Concepcion, which apparently ranked higher on the totem pole and was granted two bell towers instead of just one.
It was also home to a stairway that Tajah thought looked like the door into summer, but was disappointingly just another view of rain.
The weather started clearing up a bit and we were starving so we headed back downtown to the Riverwalk which must be an awesome place to watch drunk people fall in the water on Saturday nights.
They even have boats that can take you from bar to bar in case tequila renders your legs inoperable.
The ducks seem to like it too.
I know at this point you’re all screaming “Why the HELL aren’t you at Six Flags Fiesta???” Because Texans think 60 degrees is freezing and they close the place in the winter. Ugh.
Although we only had a day to explore the city, we thought San Antonio was a pretty cool mix of old and new, rich and poor, wet and dry, I just wish it was a mix of coasters and flats year-round too!