The Sunday Traveler~Helotes,Texas

The Sunday Traveler was spending a couple of weeks with friends in San Antonio, and one Saturday was given time off for good behavior (or maybe it was time off for annoying behavior, one never knows after a week into the two-week stay..just kidding). I dropped the friends off for a luncheon, and took off down the road apiece (as they say in Texas).

Alone. Unsupervised. A sunny Texas day in the Hill Country. The Sunday Traveler was not necessarily headed towards the little town of Helotes, but my inner guide that has always served me well when on travel lead me there, and specifically to an old haunt from childhood, John Floore Country Store


I parked across the street on this little two lane thoroughfare, got out of the car and took this scene in for a long time. I used to come here with my dad when I was young. It’s been years, and I never knew I’d be coming back here again. I crossed the street and went in with a million memories running through my mind.


John Floore’s Country Store just screams old Texas days; I’ll have y’all look around with me for a bit

I ordered a barbecue brisket sandwich, a must in a place like this, and sat by a window looking out and feeling like time had slipped back a little bit.

This post is for you, dad. I’ll keep traveling on like I know you knew I would, and write about it all like you used to.



About Angeline M

Love travel and photography. Living in Northern California. Photos of locations visited are personal file photos.
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22 Responses to The Sunday Traveler~Helotes,Texas

  1. This is a very cool looking little town… I think John could have used a few more signs though? There wasn’t enough :p haha

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  2. PS.. would you pass the bbq sauce, as this cyber brisket sandwich needs a bit more flavor!

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  3. This has been on the browser since you wrote it, and today i find cyber time to reply.

    Wow. There are times when our past comes roaring forward to catch us, sometimes off guard, a bit like walking down a deserted street at sundown on a spaghetti western set!

    Suffice to say that I really enjoyed this post, its mood, its honesty, and the fact that you allowed us to be copilot in this journey.

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    • Angeline M says:

      Thank you so much for this; your comment about the past roaring forward hits it on the head for me.


      • When I return home, it’s always a trip thru nostalgia. Your post reminded me so much of my trips home, as sometimes we can get caught off guard and end up in a surprise attack of tears. That happened once to me at a cemetary, when my mother’s friend and surgeon appeared moments after \i did…. Ah, swallowed tears of grief eventually emerge!

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  4. Super post .. how fabulous to return. Thanks for sharing ..

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  5. Dang. Now you’ve gone and made me homesick.

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  6. What a great place to bring back old memories for you, Angeline. Your mention of the BBQ sandwich reminded me of one I had at Bill Miller’s in San Antonio a few years ago. That, coupled with the photos, put me in memory lane with you.

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  7. Gerri says:

    I adore Helotes! It’s such a sleepy little town! I had dinner at the Grey Moss Inn which was fabulous! I also saw Robert Earl King at Floore’s. It’s quite a place! Great post!

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  8. Amy says:

    Thank you for sharing your sentiment, Angeline.

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  9. Tippy Gnu says:

    I can almost taste that barbecue brisket, myself. Looks very Texan, too me.

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  10. an adventure on alot of levels thanks for telling us about it.

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