San Antonio
>> Saturday, March 19, 2005
We had a bit of time after arriving in San Antonio yesterday to do a smidgen of sightseeing. Of course we had to visit the Alamo. I've heard many times that it is tiny. I wasn't prepared for just how tiny it is. Very cool, though. 
Brenna sleeps in front of The Alamo
And now it is just after 6pm and I have put Brenna down for the evening- hopefully. She is exhausted from our excursions today.
We began our day by taking Daddy to the convention center. When we returned to the hotel I fed the Little Miss and she napped while I showered. Around 11:30, after another feeding, we left to explore the Riverwalk. It was a lovely day for exploring. Mid 70's and mostly sunny. The river still has tinges of green from St. Patrick's Day. The tour boats were busy and Brenna was wide-eyed and taking in everything as we walked. Everyone seems more friendly when you have a baby. They smile, make nice comments, lean down to make faces. We saw lots of ducks and squirrels, beautiful foliage and stone works, even a snake (the guide from one of the boats assured me- as she was showing it to her boat full of tourists- that it was harmless. Not that it made a difference... {{shudder}})
The convention center is accessible from the Riverwalk so we went to visit Doug for a little bit. Then back along the river to the hotel for another feeding.
We picked up Doug & his partner about 3:30 and went to Market Square for dinner at Mi Tierra Cafe. (My apologies. I was not informed of these plans so I didn't bring the camera. Bad mommy.) We had a Mariachi at our table for a song. Brenna was entranced. Lots for her to see there- pinatas, lots and lots of people, brightly colored things hanging from every available surface. Good Mexican food. I'm going to try to go back tomorrow before Doug finishes at the convention. I want to see the market itself.
Also coming up tomorrow- The Buckhorn Saloon and Museum. We're going to wait until Doug can join us and take a trolley ride there. Actually, we have to go. I'm afraid of what Mama Duck might do if we don't go! HeeHee
