I Left My Liver in San Antonio
Much of our stay in San Antonio is a blur and I blame our friends Otha and Leah Livingston for all of it. If you know who they are then you know what I mean.
|Clark and Otha...before things went south.|
We parked the Mutiny at Traveler's Carefree RV Resort which was the closest RV park to downtown San Antonio (see our Lesson Learned in Austin TX). Carefree is your typical ‘blue-hair’ (no offense intended) resort complete with Harold & Thelma’s 42-foot Super Grand Deluxe rig parked next to your “wow, our rig looks so tiny, old and dirty“ trailer park reject…her flower boxes bursting with red, white and blue plastic flowers and his lighted flag pole proudly waving the U.S. flag, the Florida State flag, and a Marine Corp flag. Their rig is pristine, the chrome so shiny it hurts to look directly at it and the driver’s door is covered with every RV membership sticker known to man. But they’re nice and they smile and wave at our comings and goings...something you don't find every where (trust me).
The cool thing about this park (other than having every amenity under the sun, a welcome thing after not having clean laundry in 2 weeks) is that there is a shuttle stop right there that takes you to the River Walk!! It’s also just a quick 5-10 minute drive to the Alamo. Well worth the few extra dollars per day!
|Part of the River Walk...you can even take a guided river boat tour.|
|Part of the River Walk that actually had railing. Also, you can see the stairway that goes up to street level.|
The other thing to be aware of when at the River Walk is that it can be confusing. We went every day for 3 days and never once got the hang of it. Since you are below the city streets it’s easy to get turned around. I felt like a prairie dog when we’d occasionally go up the stairs to pop our heads out in an attempt to get our bearings. I even tried to use the walking part of the navigation app on my phone to get directions to where we were supposed to meet our friends, going up one set of stairs and down another and walking for a quarter of a mile only to end up right where we started. It is a challenge and I highly suggest the city of San Antonio hold geocaching training right there…and perhaps make it mandatory for visitors.
|Only ridiculously idiotic people eat here...which is why we went.|
|Uhhh, sorry mom...|
To be honest I don’t even know what day it was that we went to Durty Nelly’s. Perhaps I’m afraid of what you’ll think of us if I mention is was the same day as Pat O’Briens or maybe it would be worse to admit we did this thing 2 nights in row. All I know is that we were there at some point…and that it’s a cool combo of Irish Pub and Piano Bar and the drinks must have been good because I don’t remember any of it…except peanuts…lots of peanuts and shells on the floor. I’m pretty sure that was what we ate for dinner but no one has confirmed that as a fact yet.
|Leah and I and a huge bucket of PEANUTS.|
As much as we love Otha and Leah our livers were glad we only had a few days to spend with them. You know it’s bad when “detoxing” (not just from alcohol but from fried foods too) sounds good to Clark. Eating rich, Texas style foods sounds good until that’s the ONLY option and you’re body is craving a piece of lettuce or a carrot…or anything that hasn’t seen grease or been breaded. Three days of abuse and we happily headed for some RnR on the coast.
|Remember the Alamo!|