Wendy’s not feeling too good, again, so we have a lazy morning in.
After lunch I break out and take Tucker for a stroll down to Starbucks.
Oh the excitement.
Wendy’s still not feeling so good.
I take a drive down to the Missions. Visit three of them. St Jose is by far the best and most complete. Has a visitors centre, complete with educational video. I wasn’t aware that in the 1600’s Comanches and Apaches were responsible for attacking the small nomadic hunter gatherer tribes that lived in Southern Texas – a forerunner of what the white Europeans were about to do to them 200 years later.
Then had a free, that lovely word again, tour around the Mission St Jose. Docent volunteer was very informative.
An interesting and eye opening afternoon.
When I pack the car prior to leaving San Antonio I’m sweating like a $2 hoar in a church. Can’t figure why until I check the weather forecast – 100% humidity – it’s so humid you could sweat 150 pounds of fat off a 125-pound hog.
What exactly does 100% humidity mean? Well a reading of 100 percent relative humidity means that the air is totally saturated with water vapor and cannot hold any more, creating the possibility of rain. If the air is at 100-percent relative humidity, sweat will not evaporate into the air. As a result, we feel much hotter than the actual temperature when the relative humidity is high.
Leave San Antonio, after a panic trying to find my sunglasses. Hiding on the car seat suitably camouflaged in a black case on a black seat – it’s a dam age thing.Drive back up to Horseshoe Bay, in Texas Hill Country. Our new home for the next two weeks – see pictures.
It’s 42F on arrival. Colder than a pocket full of day old penguin shit. Let’s hope it warms up a bit, the weather that is, and not the penguin shit.
After lunch we do the supermarket thing. I make the big mistake of going with Wendy, alas no Starbucks. After choosing some wine what is there left to do? There we are meandering around, a couple of paltry things, like itinerant beach bums in shorts. Locals all muffled up for winter.
Will they ever learn? It’s oh so simple. You want to come and live in England, then learning English is your problem at your expense. “No speakee English”, then don’t come. Pots for rags in a country run by senseless politicians whose brains have dropped out and liberal PC stormtroopers.
Wendy’s still not feeling too good, so she stays in knitting. To be fair it’s a very low cost past time as she knits, unwinds it, and knits again. Saves a fortune on wool. I spend the morning doing the nerdy thing and improving SEO on my web site – exciting stuff.
After lunch I take a stroll around the estate and up to the Marriott hotel which has some awesome Palm Trail Gardens and a gorgeous Japanese garden – all very mature.
It’s as overcast as Belthorn.
Lazy morning then we have a drive down to Marble Falls and visit Old Town. At least they don’t have the marketing gobbledegook and deceit to call it the historic district. Well that was stimulating. More antique and art shops than ???? How do these places survive? What really amazes me is they’re always over staffed.That’s our excitement over for the day.