San Antonio at night
What began as a one week trip turned into a three week sojourn. And here we are, dwelling on days filled with friends and memories of the city that I used to call home. The Sunday Traveler had been in San Antonio not too long ago, and there were posts on that trip, so I will simply tell you that I arrived at the right time for Dia de los Muertos this time, and will show just a couple of photos of the costumes; there are many more on my Instagram page, and can be found at angeline.am
There was a wonderful weekend of celebrations in the old town of San Antonio, La Villita, with altars for the ancestors now gone, costumes, and great food to be enjoyed by all. Music, good times to celebrate death, as is the Mexican culture and custom at this time of year, and to remember our departed loved ones with happiness and joy for their lives, and ours with theirs.
A one day road trip to visit my husband’s hometown, Laredo, Texas, was made with the good friend who I stayed with. The land along the highway to Laredo is so Texas, with ranches, open land with grazing cattle, and a blue sky and clouds that seems to go on forever
Another day was spent at one of the San Antonio Texas Missions, San Jose. The early missions were unwalled communities, but later were encircled by walls due to tensions of the mission residents and northern tribes. Basic Spanish models were used and modified as necessary.
Travel to be with good friends is one of the best kinds of trips one can take periodically.
While the Sunday Traveler was in San Antonio, quite an opportunity presented itself for another trip that was very unexpected, coming out of left field, to join another friend on a little junket to Paris for her birthday. What does one say to this kind of opportunity? I learned that one says yes. The trip is eight days out, and preparations are in full swing for this, as well as Thanksgiving.
The Sunday Traveler will once again be taking another break from the Sunday postings until my return home. Until then.