109 and forget The Alamo

Two weeks ago we went with JD on a business trip to good ole San Antonio. I was so excited to see the historic missions of Texas that line the beautiful Riverwalk and it was a great opportunity for us to visit the all too famous national treasure, The Alamo. We set aside half of a day to tour the Alamo but the conference JD was attending ran late and we left our hotel at about 4:30. The Texas banks kindly advertised the temperature and time as we wound through town trying to find the Alamo. 107...108...109 they read as we got nearer and nearer to our destination. We parked the car, grabbed a bite to eat and headed out on the Riverwalk. Soon we realized that most Texans smoke so I furiously pushed the stroller in a vain attempt to bypass the airborne carcinogens. Arkose appeared lifeless as the 109 Texas heat consumed the lingering AC of his stroller. We wondered up and down the dirty city streets of San Antonio searching for the Alamo. It was 6 o'clock by the time we realized that we has walked past it twice. We eagerly approached the gates of the landmark only to discover it had closed at 5:30. Exhausted by the heat and defeated in our attempts, we snapped a picture and returned to our hotel completely bypassing anything of historic significance on the way.