River of dreams
Welcome back, gentle reader. As this is an ongoing narrated story, please suspend your expectations of reality and imagine you are travelling with our ‘royal family’, through the wilds and intrigues of America. If it helps to have a quick scotch or Bailey’s on ice, we are happy to wait. If you wish to ‘catch up’ the list of chapters is at the end of this post. It’s heading for novel status, so you may want to take the bottle with you.
All settled? Alrighty then…
When our family randomly selected San Antonio as a destination on the
US trip last year Great American Fairy Tale tour, they had no idea how very pretty and welcoming it would be. Having already indulged in some great Tex Mex and immersed themselves in Alamo history, they decided to explore something the locals pointed them towards, called The Riverwalk.
The Prince and the Princess, heads still spinning with Davey Crockett and Bowie exploits and tummies grumbling, were keen to follow their noses…
And suddenly, strangely, the Family were no longer in Texas, but on some French or Italian or Spanish waterway…
Gentle, romantic, al fresco …
It even had primary-coloured riverboats!
The Princess tried to read a map. And least that’s what it looks like here, but the narrator suspects that she was really after a menu…
One that included the flautas (little rolled-up tortillas filled with shredded chicken) which she has amazingly let into her VERY limited list of edible foods just the day before!
They searched, climbing over the most fabulous little bridges…
Taking in the sweet overviews…
Enjoying the pretty underviews…
Sharing their part of the river edge with ducks…
Until, at a fashionably late luncheon hour, they found what they were seeking.
After miraculously finding their way back to their hotel and flopping on the beds for a restorative nanna-nap, they decided: What the heck…it had been a couple of hours since they had last eaten… so off they set again, in search of sustenance. Walking to the same little mall that had introduced them to Tex Mex properly just the night before….
It was filled with all kinds of visual delights…
And pops of colour…
(Possibly the mother’s new favourite travel pic right here)…
Oh LOOK. Margaritas.
And PROPER corn chips. (Not those over-cheesed versions we so adore in our Ozzified nachos).
Dear Lord. It was like they hadn’t eaten for a year…
(And the Mother wonders where on EARTH those extra nine kilos came from, that followed her home via Qantas?)
Not the flautas. Not the fajitas. Not even the Margeritas.
Dash was selected to ‘assist’.
Where assist equals grin and giggle and get VERY wide-eyed.
Too cute for words really.
There was one more adventure to be had in San Antonio. Which was quite possibly even MORE magical than this day.
If that is EVEN possible.
Stay tuned, gentle reader.
Or have another drink.
If you want to read back through the previous chapters, here is the list of links.
CHAPTER 1 (The Endless Day)
CHAPTER 2 (LA Rodeo Drivin)
CHAPTER 3 (LA Santa Monica Forrest Gump)
CHAPTER 4 (LA Venice to Hollywood)
CHAPTER 5 (LA Universal Thrills)
CHAPTER 6 (Flights of Fancy)
CHAPTER 7 (NYC Rousing Reception)
CHAPTER 8 (NYC How’s Them Apples)
CHAPTER 9 (NYC F for Friends)
CHAPTER 10‘ (NYC Screens & Scenes)
CHAPTER 11 (NYC Cold Outside)
CHAPTER 12 (NYC 2 Giant Ladies)
CHAPTER 13 (NYC Top of the World)
CHAPTER 14 (NYC Walk in the Park)
CHAPTER 15 (NYC Audrey & Mia)
CHAPTER 16 (NYC final hours)
CHAPTER 17 (Texas, Elm St, Dallas)
CHAPTER 18 (Texas, Wild Bill’s Western Store, Dallas)
CHAPTER 19 (The Alamo, San Antonio)