Davy Crockett posing as a frontiersman but looking rather like a 19th century romantic poet in my opinion. Killed in the battle of the Alamo where I went to pay my respects at the hallowed ground in San Antonio.
Photography wasn’t allowed inside which normally I ignore and tend to do anyway until I’m told to stop. At which point I start to blink a lot and pretend to be a blind photographer. People generally don’t know how to deal with that. However, on this occasion I decided to be good and bought photos instead. Guess what? I bloody lost them. See that’s what happens when you abide by rules? Never again.
Jules don’t do rules. New motto.
San Antonio is a lovely place with with a river walk and has a beautiful dreamy holiday feel about it. The walk is lined with cafe’s and restaurants. To me it’s like a Caribbean Venice.
I had a Margarita in a gold fish bowl. I forgot to take a picture because I was totally focused on the experience and the joy. I had a second one with cactus juice in it or something like that. Can’t remember the actual name of said juice. Think it might have something to do with the Margaritas. Wasn’t my fault. Tasted proper nice though. I’m a new fan of cacti cocktails.
On totally separate note I’d like to add an extra topic: Dubious Commercials
I will be watching the telly, particularly The King of Queens (Doug is my new hero and I LOVE him) when all of a sudden, without any warning at all there’s an old woman walking on her arms. What? She wasn’t in the sitcom a minute ago…OH wait, this is an advert for Advil. THERE IS NO WARNING. This totally does my head in. On English telly, there’s a slight pause and maybe a little thing in the corner of the TV indicating that adverts are coming and you might want to go and make a cuppa. But no, not here. Straight in like a continual roll. Madness. And your adverts are bonkers. “Call 713-I-Got-Hit” Cheery. And when Violet has her first bowl of gluten free Cheerios I get a lump in my throat. Well, the first three times I did. After that I thought that it was time Violet got over it.
Oh and I loathe the Kardashians. Their whiny voices irritate the crap out of me and that’s just the start of my endless list of reasons.