Alamo by Accident

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If you had an hour and a half in San Antonio at ten o'clock at night, what would you do?

Amtrak trains do some splitting and rearranging in San Antonio and while they do, you have the option of staying on the train without power or getting off the train. We chose to get off the train and wandered into the station. There we discovered that the tv was tuned to Nick Jr.

We were initially quite pleased that at least we were not obliged to learn about the sex lives of prisoners, as we had been at the station in Arizona, but nevertheless, we could feel our brain cells dying. I asked SOS what time we needed to be back on the train three times and each time he would begin to answer but then the the tv show would kill the cells required for him to finish his answer, so I suggested we go on a walk, provided the area did not look too scary.

From the parking lot we thought it looked safe enough to go a little further and from there we found a little map of the near vicinity... Ruth's Crisp steak house!

It had to be safe to go there, SOS decided. I wasn't sure our budget was safe, but we were just walking, so maybe allowing SOS this pilgrimage to drool at the windows would be ok.

Once we rounded the corner at Ruth's, it seemed we had stumbled on a bonafide tourist walkway and amongst the various destinations listed on the sign was "The Alamo."

The Alamo? Here? In the middle of San Antonio? Nah, probably just some touristy trap. But we wandered on and soon came to another map and this one included The Alamo. We couldn't believe it. Here we were, maybe ten blocks away from it. Could we make it there and back in time? We decided the real question was how could we not at least try?

So off we went in our wrinkly stinky double-day old clothes and a half asleep baby, speed walking through what turned out to be one of the hippest happeningest places we've been in a long time.


And yes, it really was The Alamo.

And to think we would have missed if it weren't for a kids' television show. Who says television can't be educational?

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