My hotel is diagonally across from the “Sanitary Tortilla Manufacturing Company.” I suppose I was naive to think there were other kinds. It made for a funny smell the first day or so, but you get used to it.
San Antonio is not the kind of town I’d want to live in. The Riverwalk is kinda cool, the weather’s nice this time of year, and there’s good food if you hunt for it. I checked out the Alamo, the San Antonio Museum of Art, a few other places. Interesting, sure – but overall, not my sort of place.
When I checked into the hotel I noted that there was both a Special Olympics event taking place in town and a national cheerleading championship. I think my hosts had a hard time figuring out which group I was with.
I was more than a little excited about the cheerleading competition, until I found out most of them were about 10. All those buns needed a little more time in the oven, I’m afraid. One of the cheerleader-fathers I met in the bar told me, “well, it’s called the national championships, but it’s really just Texas. If you win here, you go to the national-nationals.”
I see – so this is just for the nation of Texas. Well, sir, you just explained more than you meant to.
Good sushi, believe it or not, at a place called Zushi Sushi on St. Mary’s Street. A couple places along the Riveralk to mention: Rita’s had good drinks, good tex-mex, and a waitress I had to peel off of me. Landry’s has great seafood, good cocktails, and their wait staff didn’t seem as horny.
Tomorrow I’m heading west. Still trying to decide if I’ll dip down into Big Bend, or just keep trucking.