Saturday, April 3, 2010

The Alamo


This morning we awoke from our cinder block hotel room to a mat of bugs outside the front door. They seemed to be a type of June bug, or large beetle, they were all on their backs, dead or dying. In spite of this ominous greeting, we packed the car and headed to Austin, with a short stop at The Alamo.


Understand I know very little of The Alamo, other than my nephew Colin is a huge Davy Crocket fan, who was actually 49 years old when he fought at The Alamo. I can say that the visit was a bit underwhelming. I had expectations of the great Canadian forts, high, thick stone wall, huge grassy plains and old support buildings. The Alamo was at best a lovely inner city park, with one building filled with large placards describing the US version of the great Mexican/Texan conflict. The area is ripe with Texas and Mexican history, which was I suppose an appropriate end to our six months in Mexico.

We have now arrived at our friend’s house, where we stay for 5 sleeps, and then back in the car to finish the last leg of our journey home.

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