But we didn't just sit in a bus station. We got there mid-afternoon on Sunday, got checked into our hotel, hung out, fed Andrew, blah blah blah. Rick and Wanda were still doing their thing, so we ventured to the Alamo.
Now, I grew up in Virginia and so we weren't taught a lot of Texas history. Maybe there was a section on the Alamo, but I didn't remember it. But it's a pretty famous landmark and chances are (oh please, oh please) we'll never be this close again... so why not, right?
The Alamo sits in downtown San Antonio, so there are skyscraper hotels (3 Marriotts in a span of 2 blocks) and it's really commercially built up around it. The Riverwalk is a short distance away, and it's crazier than Tyson's Corner Mall at Christmas. The Alamo is a little more than a park in the middle of a booming city. Which is kind of sad, since I was picturing it in the tumbleweed swept desert.
"The prarie sky is deep and wide.... Deep in the heart of Texas." (That's the only line I know from that whole song.)
Anyway, the Alamo was nice. There were lots of trees and shade, and the outside was well manicured. We didn't actually go inside since it felt about 130* and the line to get in was long, and it's just not the same with a bulky stroller. The trip was within walking distance from the hotel, but Seeing the Alamo is not on my "bucket list."
He went to sleep at 10:30pm and didn't wake up until 6:30 am! Which is close to 8 hours straight! He normally goes to bed at 9pm and will wake up again at 2, 3, or 4 am to eat. But this time in San Antonio he slept through the night!