Stacy and I traveled back to San Antonio at the end of June. She had follow-up with her surgeon after having her procedure a couple of weeks before, and we had to pick up the Volkswagen, which had developed an engine problem that we needed to get addressed before I could drive it back to Tyler. Repairs aside, the trek added up to two rental car bills (one for over $400 for three days. Thanks, Hertz!). Long story short, we tried to make the trip a little fun, albeit quick and hot!
Stacy in front of the Alamo--it always freaks me out that you can just walk right up to this place and go on inside; it seems like it should be preserved behind glass or something.
I love that, no matter how unGodly hot it is outside, when you go to the marketplace, there are always people playing music and people enjoying the music in the shade.
This is one of the gentlemen who serenaded Stacy and me at lunch; they sang a song of love that made Stacy's heart literally swell to the point of bursting. RIP, Stacy. Howisit that retired Texicans all seem to be able to sing songs of love that cause ladies' hearts to swell and burst like that?
This is what Stacy looked like as her heart swelled...
This is what Stacy looked like as her heart swelled...
I was a disrespectful bastard, as usual, when I snapped this photo of this homeless gentleman at the marketplace. Looking at it, now, I am convinced that this might be what God looks like, if God ever looks like a man.
Finally, here's a shot of the gardens at the Spanish Governor's Palace. The whole place was great, but the gardens were a good place to sit to escape the heat and being on your feet.
Finally, here's a shot of the gardens at the Spanish Governor's Palace. The whole place was great, but the gardens were a good place to sit to escape the heat and being on your feet. 