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.