Viva Fiesta! Viva San Antonio! Viva la Alamo! This past weekend we spent a (short) day squeezing in all of our normal Fiesta activities since Robert and I thought last minute that it would just be too weird if we had missed out on our annual Fiesta trip that we've gone on the past 5 years. So we road tripped it out on Friday afternoon (BIG mistake) and finally made the 4 hour journey in about 6 hours-thank you Dallas traffic and thank you 18-wheeler for hanging off the bridge in Hillsboro; I just love being stuck in your traffic for an hour and a half while we watched a thunderstorm rapidly approach going 0mph on the highway. Goodness gracious. But we made it! And Jessica was there, amongst her peeps for the first time ;)
Saturday started out pretty slow. I had all of these expectations for Jessica to see and we get to the Market Square and it's pretty empty. THEN we tried to hit up our annual photo booth spot and they were closed. So we went on a walk and ended up down by the Alamo so she could see it, just to see a super long line to get in (really, usually we just walk in like we own the place because no one wants to go inside!). By the time we got back to the Market Square for lunch at Mi Tiera (with pina colada in hand courtesy the spot at the Church), they were playing ROCK music on stage. What the what? Even the restaurant had country music playing inside. Not sure what was going on. After a satisfying appetizer meal and beerita, it was time to frolic amongst the locals. We went here, we went there, we got hot, we got crowded, we got thirsty, we got bored, we got achy feet, and then we got drunk! Part of the fun of Fiesta is that you really don't know where you're going to end up or who you're going to see, and we dabbled in a little bit of everything.
'Til next time, SA!
1. Yeesh, that looked so bad! 2. Alamo! 3. They just can't help but dance on the spot! 4. Afternoon Church sun. 5. We tore that uppppp 6. Oh being silly newlyweds 7. We try to take selfies 8. Got my sombrero and ready to go...right in front of the Po Po. 9. Matchy matchy
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