Wild America

Day one of our Great Texas Adventure has passed - and somehow I felt like I was dangling between Disney World and Wild America.

We're here in San Antonio - sipping on margaritas and enjoying the sights with Joe's dad, Bob, and his wife, Michelle.

Temperatures hovered around 100 degrees as we ducked into air conditioned shops along the River Walk. Hurricane Ike was no where to be seen.

We began the day on a river cruise where our guide pointed out all the historic sights followed by a joke or moment of sarcasm. He told us the five bells near the Alamo symbolized the first Taco Bells to come to the area. Right.

We strolled over to the Alamo, where Joe was disappointed when he discovered there wasn't a basement.

Up next: The Buckhorn Experience. A museum-restaurant-giftshop. This place was a lot of fun - slightly on the weird side, but a good time nonetheless.

Several hours later, we headed home to rest and escape the heat. After a short delay - see the photo at the bottom of this post - we arrived and rested while Michelle prepared a Latin American feast of rice, beans, fried pork, plantains, and ice cream topped with port.

Did I mention it was a great day?