The Crockett Hotel was beautiful. And remember, David Crockett did not like the name Davy.
Memorabilia very interesting including the Rough Riders.
Do you remember these days? I always look for the change people have forgotten to take.
The clock gave not only the time, but the date. And it was accurate.
This is a selfie of sorts, since I’m in the photo. In the center of the shot.
The landlord of our Air B&B was Gini Garcia.
She currently lived across the alley from the house we rented and owns this blown glass business.
I was amazed by the gloves you need to use in order to deal with such a hot fire. It must’ve been 120 degrees in that factory. The pieces were fabulous.
We were in a high-end grocery store in town and I thought this might be a joke – but it wasn’t.
Reminds me of the markets in Morocco but without the smell, the heat and the flies!
Had our last dinner here. The chicken cashew was nothing like Anne nor Larry had ever eaten. It was more of a honey chicken or sweet/sour chicken you get at the Chinese carry-out.
This was the Airbnb we rented in San Antonio. Not totally bizarre, but close. The previous owner is the glass blower and it was everywhere. The house was built in the mid 1800’s by a stone-cutter/mason who cut each stone by hand.
I was in the orange bedroom, the original part of the house. None of the windows were to same size — what a decorating and rehabbing nightmare!
There was a lot of thought put into the tile flooring that made it very interesting.
My bathroom with the purple walls was over the top. The original cement wall was kept and she just put a sealer over it and then covered it with plate glass so that it was clean and waterproof.
In the last photo, you can see the new section added to the house. Not sure why she put in such a high ceiling for the bedroom. The window must’ve been 14 feet tall. And the window shade had to be on a remote control. (Either that, or get out a ladder everyday to pull it down.)
When I suggested the living room ceiling light fixture looked like a Chihuly that decorates a Seattle Museum, the Atlantis Casino in Nassau, Chicago, London, etc.
She said “Oh, him. I was at the same school he was in.” It turns out, her stuff was just as stunning as his.
If you want to see more of our Airbnb, you can click on this link below.
I told you it looked pretty in the dark. Saw this as we walked to the Riverwalk to see a slide show projected on to the oldest cathedral.
It was amazing. No surprise, our Airbnb landlord, Gini, the glass blower, was one of the people to produce this show. It took three years of planning.
CLICK.
I got the ninth gong of the church bells.
CLICK.
CLICK.
CLICK.
Cool! flooding waters!
After 30 minutes when it was over, I realized NO ONE had said a word for all that time. We were all enthralled.
Had breakfast at this restaurant down the street. If you want to charge double/triple for breakfast meals, have your handsome young male waiter come out and explain that the Mexican chef and the Peruvian chef did a fusion of their menus. The bill was $70 and we didn’t have coffee!
Back at home in Houston, I was tickled to see the likeness of this new daddy and his new baby, Noah. So sweet.
Noah is the cutest!! Look at those tiny little feet!!
These are cousins, Elliot and Noah. Elliot is a pistol and smart as a whip!!
And then I was back home.
I learned that no one is really taking air safety seriously any more.
I landed in Atlanta early enough to try and get on an earlier flight to Daytona Beach. I got up to the earlier flight desk and asked if I could board. NO passengers were to be seen so I said “but don’t hold up the plane for me”. (I didn’t want everyone looking at me because I caused a delay.) The two airline clerks just laughed out loud. Yeah, that was pretty stupid. The airlines wait for no one!!
I clearly told them my suitcase was on already on the next plane. They said I would just sign a waiver; but then they didn’t bother to the require it.
I was sitting in an exit row and right before take-off a flight attendant asked if I was willing to do what was necessary in the event of an emergency. I told her yes. She told me the instructions were in the seat pocket and walked away. There were no instructions.
I landed and drove home. It was 3 hours later that I knew my suitcase was on particular flight and when it would be in the air. With a little pre-planning, I could have detonated a bomb mid-flight.
I drove back to the airport and saw mine and another suitcase on the side. I could have grabbed it without the guard seeing it. But so that he didn’t panic when it was gone, I asked if I could take it. He asked if it was mine. I said yes. And that was that; I took the suitcase (which was or was not mine — the guard had no idea.)
Not much control over this stuff!!!
At least I didn’t end upside down in my seatbelt; so all’s well that ends well.
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I’m off to Japan Easter morning.
Happy Travels,
Linda Jeanne