Follow Up

Really. You Must Remember The Alamo

My mother and I never went to the Alamo. I know, I know. What can I say?

We took a river taxi (the only one that ever appeared within forty-five minutes of our desiring one - I add, darkly)


We admired the abundant and beautiful plant life



We reflected upon the many happy times that generations of San Antonian trolls have no doubt celebrated at this bar-under-a-bridge  


We went to the Japanese Tea Garden (meh, by the way. the plants were lovely and I liked the quarry walls but it seems to be under renovation so the koi ponds were koi-less)


We looked at every single piece in the small but interestingly eclectic collection of the SA Museum of Art and the building itself is terrific - a converted brewery with great stonework and wonderful empty spaces. I particularly liked the elevated walkway


And we ate excellent food: Boudro's, Acenar and La Frite being particular favorites (thank you for the recommendations)

So with one thing and another it wasn't until we were packing to leave that I said, "Oh my god, Mom, we forgot the Alamo!"

We looked at each other.

She said, "Can we admit to people that we went to San Antonio but skipped the Alamo?"

I said, "I don't think we can."

She nodded, "It'll be our secret" and I agreed that no one would ever know what lame tourists we are: I mean, it's The Alamo and it was right there

Fifty minutes later we were bowling along toward the airport with our San Antonio born and bred cab driver, chatting away about the food we ate and the things we did.

"You ladies went to the Alamo, of course," he said with only the slightest upward inflection to indicate that it was still a question.

My mother and I slid a surreptitious glance at each other out of the corner of our eyes.

I said, stoutly, "Of course! Most interesting."

My mother murmured something unintelligible.

"Right, right," he said, "so let me ask you this. What was the single-most important thing you learned at the Alamo?"




Less than an hour into our great lie and we went down in flames. A pop quiz! We ummm'd and urrrrrr'd and writhed in our shame.

[Note: The answer he was looking for was that Texas is the only state that is allowed to fly its flag at the same height as the US flag due to its status as a former independent republic. This is actually not true but it makes a nice story.]