Last Autumn my wife and I returned to the city of my birth, San Antonio Texas. I would express how much I missed the city and how I have dreamed of returning often, but I was extracted when I was not yet a year old. My father was stationed at Fort Sam Houston for a few months during his service in the army.
San Antonio is home to the Alamo, which (to my astonishment) is smack in the middle of downtown. I had always pictured it in the desert, with tumbleweeds rolling by, the air so dry it would suck the moisture right out of your lungs. This is, unromantically, not the case.
The city has been compared to Venice because of the intricate waterway that winds around center city, one story below the streets. The temperature is usually ten to fifteen degrees cooler along the water and provides shady respite from the midday sun.
San Antonio is a delightful city to spend some time in, and if you happen to be there around brunch I highly recommend The Guenther House where they mill their own flour and the waffles are the best I’ve ever tasted.
San Antonio at night
Nikon D5100 Nikkor 18-55mm kit lens @ 28mm f/9 ISO 100 8 seconds