Cathy, Daughter #3, and her husband, Ken, moved from Olathe, Kansas, to Austin, Texas, last month. Cathy and Ken came to our Marriott Riverwalk Hotel room to meet Dorothy, Peggy, and me. There could be no more convenient place to start our RiverWalk Tour together! Cathy remembered, "I saw it (RiverWalk) in the rain when we visited Granny and Grandpa years ago but didn't see much."
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| From left: Ken, Cathy, and Jan on San Antonio's RiverWalk |
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First, we wanted to see all the waterways from a boat. The open boats are plentiful, fairly inexpensive and fun with mellow, experienced, informed guides. All of the buildings on the river have their own history and impressive architecture, both traditional and modern.
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| An Island in the River |
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Our boat guide, Jeff, mentioned that there were over 400 varieties of native plants along the RiverWalk.
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| Every building was historic and attractive. |
We leisurely strolled through much of the walkways. The ducks both in and out of the water were entertaining. It was 100 degrees in the city but we didn't notice the heat in the shade of the walk. The five of us decided to choose a restaurant for lunch. Cafe Ole appealed to us and we were seated quickly. Before our authentic Mexican fare arrived, we were treated to a serenade from a Mariachi Band. This was definitely one of the highlights of our day! They were quite professional and spirited!
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| Mariachi Band at our table, Dorothy in foreground. |
After our fine meal, Cathy and Ken decided to visit The Alamo. Dorothy, Peggy and I wanted to travel to other sites. Following hugs all around, the happy group split.
Dorothy kindly drove us to Fort Sam Houston National Cemetery where my parents are buried. I appreciated this rare opportunity. After saying several short prayers, I was content and we left. A short distance away was The USAA Towers where my parents lived before their deaths. I wanted to see how it looked after ten years (the same as before).
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| The USAA Towers retirement apartments, San Antonio, Texas |
The three of us old friends were tired and journeyed back to Victoria. Peggy and I wanted to start our 1,200-mile trip back to Kentucky early the next morning so we all went to Dorothy's church for the weekend Mass. This was Father Dan's first service in his new assignment. Peggy and I felt confident that Dorothy would enjoy getting to know her new pastor. After another fine seafood supper, we returned to Dorothy's house, packed, chatted a bit more and went to bed with great memories of another happy Texas voyage.
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