And speaking of said economic dissolve, I have all but forgotten that we are in a bit o' crisis- I decided to take another vacay. This time, though I didn't leave the country, the place I visited sure seemed to think it was it's own nation...
Oh Yes, Ladies and gentlemen, drum roll please..... I ventured to TEXAS!!!!!!!
My darling lover (And his family) and I traveled to San Antonio to watch Texas Tech demolish Michigan State in the Alamo Bowl. (Guns Up- and I have officially converted). We spent New Years Eve on the River Walk, enjoyed Market Square, and ate at every Tex-Mex place conceived in the heart of San Antonio. While chomping on a big hot dog at the game and in between my sips of the ever so frothy draught Budwiser, I was over come with a familiar thought. (No, no, not horniness). It became clear that I was taking in the game in a way that I could later convey in a blog. I was head blogging! Sweet Jesus, that hasn't happened since Argentina, and I was with my large bakery friends devouring my second chicken. (Must be food for thought ;)
Trying to compose a blog in a way not to bore, yet to deliver a humorous tale, I came to the conclusion that I will regale all with my trip to The Alamo.
In middle school, everyone was required to take History of New Mexico. Perhaps again in high school, however, my history classes of high school in the elite Albuquerque Public School System were taught by football coaches- so we colored maps and watched Gladiator most of the time. It is my assumption that most pubescent children who learn the history of their state and at some point become very proud of it. Texas is no exception. And on an extremely educational day of our vacation, 3 native Texans ( boyfriend, boyfriends brother, and boyfriend's brother's girlfriend) took me to The Alamo. I couldn't help but think that perhaps I should have Wikipediaed the full story behind the Alamo before the trip. The only positive relating thought that came to mind was 'blah blah blah Davy Crockett... yadda yadda yadda raccoon skin hat...la de da murder..."
..and with that, who knew it was next to blasphemous to casually walk over (purposely stomp on) the famous line drawn in the sand in front of The Alamo and shout "What's up New Mexico?!?"
I was quickly reminded that we were not in NM and Texas would indeed kick my ass, Davy Crockett Style.
Nevertheless, visiting The Alamo was every elementary and mid school teacher's dream. (My mother practically screamed when she heard I was going and demanded photos from all angles so she could enlighten her 5th graders... Since I was more recently a 5th grader than my dear old mum, I felt sorry for her students and only took a few pics...)
And in keeping this blog in the same fashion as the others, I'll say that visiting The Alamo was like visiting a historical monument in another country. I wasn't exactly sure of it's purpose, but knew that if I asked, I'd be looked down upon as an ignorant foreigner, everyone in the building shuffled in a massive line to wittiness the showcased items like the radical vest worn by Mr. Crockett himself while illegally snapping photos with iPhones and Blackberries, and clearly, I didn't speak the native language...Texan, y'all!
It's true I didn't quite leave the United States, but visiting Texas is like being in another world...
...I'll have to do it again
And here you can see the Native Texas 'Gangsters' near the infamous line, while to the right, you'll find me pointing to the line... pre-stomping on it :)
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