It is a picturesque walk along a quasi river with shops, restaurants, boat tours, and many opportunities for pictures Winding up, down, and over the San Antonio River.   Just add an abnormally "healthy" baby and enough supplies for any surprise homesteading, and one could be fooled that he/she was actually at the nearby air force base performing drills for a sadistic sergeant.

But all in all it is recommended.

As far as the Alamo, all of those people cooped up in the Texas heat without nary a fan. I don't think Santa Anna should get all the credit.   Those guys were looking for a way out.  Today, Charlton Heston would even be impressed at the amount of guns in the church.   Free admission to the Alamo, so even Derek Grotewiel will be able to enjoy it.  

Last but certainly not least, today we attended the Spurs v. Bulls game.  It was fast paced, energetic, and tons of fun.   After watching Mizzou all season, it was amazing to watch both teams hit shot after shot.   It was very satisfying to see all the disappointed Bulls fans head home.   I guess Derrick Rose is nursing some ailment again since we didn't see him.  I would believe fans who say he is the best around, but actually being able to play the game has to factor in at some point right? 

I could easily watch NBA should Kansas City ever get a team.   

This is Jennifer. See, I didn't lie. He's much more hilarious (and sports oriented) than me. 

We did walk more than eight miles around the Riverwalk area and I do believe we still gained weight with all the delicious food we ate. It was beautiful. And I don't really think about it until Cliff mentions it, but with the baby it is like we are traveling the Oregon Trail or something. 

We just happened to hit the Alamo on its anniversary weekend so it was filled with reenactments and lots of hustle and bustle. 

We ended last night at the market square which was full of food, live music and shops. We, the parents with the baby in the stroller, got escorted out of one establishment for having a beer in our cup holder. Keepin' it classy.  We also landed ourselves on Telemundo, which should be on everyone's bucket list. 

The Spurs game was an impromptu decision and it was a blast. Los Spurs played Los Bulls and we loved the live mariachi band (of all women!), the mariachi cam, and the super funny Spurs-related telenovas. 

After the game, we drove down to Corpus Christi, our final destination. It was rainy, but our hotel is on the sand and we are already having fun. Finley loves the seagulls, but he also bathes with a dozen rubber duckies every night. 

Cliff won husband of the year (again) by suggesting I enjoy the hot tub outside overlooking the Gulf sans baby tonight. 

We're looking forward to just beaching it the next three or four days. 

Wednesday night we were barreling down I-45 when things got city-ish about two hours north of Houston. Cliff does NOT like to drive in the city. In fact, if he meets more than fifteen cars on a commute to court he comes home reporting the traffic was bad. I don't mind city driving at all, so it all works out well for us on long road trips when it comes to taking turns driving. When I-45 turned from four lanes to six, I offered to drive. When we got to a 1/4 tank of gas, I offered to drive. When six lanes turned to eight, I offered to drive. When eight lanes turned to ten, I offered to drive. And then, the gas light came on. I could not believe we were re-living our past, only this time we were 800 miles from home instead of 150. Cliff finally got off the interstate and to a gas station. We pulled up to the pump and I kid you not, all twenty of the twenty pumps were not working. Cliff didn't drive again until we were half way to San Antonio today. 

We loved Houston. We spent most of Thursday at NASA where Cliff says my "true geek shines through."  We saw the actual Mission Control room from the moon landing, several actual shuttles, rockets, and spacesuits, and a completely unrelated replica of the tallest man ever born. 

That night we enjoyed the weather, palm trees and water along the boardwalk. 

This morning we took a cruise around the port, had a good lunch recommended by Guy Fieri, shopped at the Texas Junk Company, saw a house made entirely of beer cans, and drove down some beautiful tree-lined streets. 

We made it to San Antonio this evening and had the best Tex-Mex of our lives (minus the part where a waitress kept calling herself Finley's grandma {super creepy, right?} and saying she wanted to take him home with her.)

I have two snoring boys in bed with me so until we see what tomorrow brings, good night!

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(Again, all on the iPad mini. Seriously.)