My daughter probably wishes she had kept her mouth shut. But she did not. When she was in high school, after we moved out of Texas, she said something to me about not remembering Visiting the + Alamo.
Granted, we only took her to the Alamo once. But we did take her! After one walk through the historic site, I felt I had done my duty and we were free to spend our visits to San Antonio at either Six Flags or Seaworld... or, better yet, spend them just north of San Antonio in New Braunfels at Schlitterbahn. (We loved visiting Schlitterbahn!)
Clearly, I was wrong because Anne did not remember her visit to history -- which meant I had to drag her back to the site to gather photographic proof she was there with me. Lucky Anne! (Lucky me that she is a good sport.) Was this the reason for our trip? Nah. It was just a bonus.
Note: Anne's brother got out of this excursion through the excuse of his continued illness. Happily, his fever was broken. But he still felt awful. So he stayed in bed all day while we went out.
So here it is, the proof that I took my daughter to the Alamo. See how it says "The Alamo" on the sign beside her? (Can you tell from her rigid pose how much she wants to have her photo taken?)
I also snapped a shot of her next to a giant cactus inside the walls of the Alamo. Look at how huge that thing is! I wonder how old it is?
Here is one of me to prove I was there, also. See all the people lined up to get in? There is no gatekeeper or entrance fee. These people are just lined up to walk through a gate. That's how many people there were! Way too many for our tastes.
The good news about going during a time when tourists are swarming all over the place is that the museum has plenty of actors working exhibits to make history interesting. Here is a photo of one exhibit with an actor telling "his" story. We did not listen, though, because it was way too big of a crowd. (Even on a Tuesday! But it was Christmas week.) We were too far away from the actor to hear him and we kind of just wanted to get out of there and away from all the people, anyway.
Maybe next time we will come at a slower time and be able to poke around without people everywhere. Maybe next time I will have grandchildren with me? Maybe not. We will have to wait and see.
After our very brief walk through the Alamo and the purchase of a souvenir from the gift shop for each of us, we left and moved our car to a parking lot instead of metered parking. (I always get nervous that the time on the meter will run out before I come back to feed it.) Then I took Anne to my favorite spot in downtown San Antonio: Casa Rio on the River Walk. More on those next time.
Granted, we only took her to the Alamo once. But we did take her! After one walk through the historic site, I felt I had done my duty and we were free to spend our visits to San Antonio at either Six Flags or Seaworld... or, better yet, spend them just north of San Antonio in New Braunfels at Schlitterbahn. (We loved visiting Schlitterbahn!)
Clearly, I was wrong because Anne did not remember her visit to history -- which meant I had to drag her back to the site to gather photographic proof she was there with me. Lucky Anne! (Lucky me that she is a good sport.) Was this the reason for our trip? Nah. It was just a bonus.
Note: Anne's brother got out of this excursion through the excuse of his continued illness. Happily, his fever was broken. But he still felt awful. So he stayed in bed all day while we went out.
So here it is, the proof that I took my daughter to the Alamo. See how it says "The Alamo" on the sign beside her? (Can you tell from her rigid pose how much she wants to have her photo taken?)
I also snapped a shot of her next to a giant cactus inside the walls of the Alamo. Look at how huge that thing is! I wonder how old it is?
Here is one of me to prove I was there, also. See all the people lined up to get in? There is no gatekeeper or entrance fee. These people are just lined up to walk through a gate. That's how many people there were! Way too many for our tastes.
The good news about going during a time when tourists are swarming all over the place is that the museum has plenty of actors working exhibits to make history interesting. Here is a photo of one exhibit with an actor telling "his" story. We did not listen, though, because it was way too big of a crowd. (Even on a Tuesday! But it was Christmas week.) We were too far away from the actor to hear him and we kind of just wanted to get out of there and away from all the people, anyway.
Maybe next time we will come at a slower time and be able to poke around without people everywhere. Maybe next time I will have grandchildren with me? Maybe not. We will have to wait and see.
After our very brief walk through the Alamo and the purchase of a souvenir from the gift shop for each of us, we left and moved our car to a parking lot instead of metered parking. (I always get nervous that the time on the meter will run out before I come back to feed it.) Then I took Anne to my favorite spot in downtown San Antonio: Casa Rio on the River Walk. More on those next time.
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