Finally, a trip downtown to San Antonio

The weather warmed up a tad today and we got out and took a little adventure downtown San Antonio.

(Scroll down after this post for more photos.)

We’ve been here for 10 days and this is the first time we actually made it downtown. Part of the reason is that our good friends, Jan and Norm, from California are currently enroute here and we have plans to hit the high spots in San Antonio with them when they arrive here next week.

Joan on a bridge over River Walk

The other is we sometimes get so busy that we don’t really relax and enjoy our trailer and RV park. So this trip we are trying to do a little of both.

We’ve enjoyed taking part in some of the park activities and communal dinners and had a chance to meet many of our RV neighbors, which is something we don’t always get a chance to do.

But the city bus stops right in front of the RV Park and several people told us that the $1.10 bus fare is cheap compared to driving downtown and paying to park. So we wanted to try it before Jan and Norm arrived.

The people were right, the bus service was great and we probably saved a few dollars in gas and parking by leaving the Tahoe at home today.

Me in front of the Alamo

Once downtown we walked around to get the lay of the land and stayed long enough to have dinner, but still get home before dark. We did a little souvenir shopping, but didn’t buy anything yet. My favorite t-shirt so far is the one that shows a mean looking Texan pointing a gun with the words: “Texans don’t call 911.”

Once again I tried to talk Joan into getting grandson Griffen a child’s bow and arrow set or a pocket knife, but ran into a stone wall. She did not think John and Nicole would appreciate such fine toys for a young man.

One time my step grandmother, Wheat, bought my brother and I real switchblade knives, which we thought were great, but which came with a lot of rules laid down by my parents. Not sure they fully appreciated what a great gift the knives were for two young boys.

After walking by the Alamo, but not going in, we took a couple photos and then headed to the River Walk, which was all that it was advertised to be. What an amazing attraction and it made me wonder why Flint didn’t think to do more with its riverfront property so many years ago.

The RV Park gave us a free coupon book and we stopped at one restaurant so Joan could enjoy a Margarita and then we ate dinner at a Tex Mex place call Rio Rio Cantinas. We had the enchiladas and left very, very full.

A decorative tile downtown

The ducks and birds were everywhere and all I could think was how my late mother would have freaked out at having ducks and birds flitting around her head while she ate dinner.  My mother was not fond of birds, especially when they were in the same zip code as she was.

After dinner we headed back to the bus stop and caught the southbound No. 42 bus and were home about four hours after we left. A very nice man, who apparently rode the northbound bus with us early in the day pulled the bell cord for us so we would get off at the right stop on the way home.

It looks like there will be plenty to do when our friends get here on Saturday.

This morning it looked like a minor park evacuation as many folks pulled out and went on their way today. By the time we arrived home tonight we noted three new states, Vermont, Pennsylvania and Nebraska had checked in since yesterday. That brings it to 33 states that have been in the park, or in the park since we arrived.