EZ tolls and no Alamo in San Antonio

"I love it. It is wild with adventure." – Henry Starr

The next morning we got up to head back to Houston, instead of San Antonio, yes Rachael did forget her shoes. However, thats pretty good considering it is the only the second time we have forgotten something ( Rach had forgotten her jacket in east Texas but we realized it before we got too far down the driveway). On our way back into Houston traffic was thick and we had to yet again pass through the icky tolls. We made is safely through the first toll but as we approached the second one no one would bloody let us over and we were in the far left hand lane of six lanes of Traffic and needed to be in the far right hand lane.

Here are the thoughts running through Rachael’s head
“ So Really! No one is going to let me over!”
“ crappity crap crap I am about to go through the EZ toll”

She says “ Autumn what happens if we go through the EZ toll”
She yells “ Someone let me over!!!!!!!”

(EZ tolls are the express lane - you have a pass with a bar code fixed on the window or something so you don’t have to stop)

As we fly through the EZ toll lane without an EZ toll pass the lights, alarms and sirens go off....

Rachael says “ ohhh my gosh, ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh”

“ I am going to get arrested” and burst into tears

“ Do I need to pull off? Do I go back through the same toll? Do I pay double at the next toll? Autumn I want you to drive, I don’t want to go to jail in Texas” ( the officers have the shorty shorts and the creepy mustaches ewwww)”

Autumn is attempting not to laugh and or worry and proceeds to call our cousin Lisa, whose house we are heading towards. Lisa assures us that though they took a picture of our car they won’t send us a ticket or anything unless we have gone through three tolls ( which we plan never to do!) Rachael continues to drive, we pick up her shoes and set the garmin ( suzy) from then on to avoid tolls even if it adds a bit of time to our trip.

From Houston it took us about 2 and a half hours to reach San Antonio. We set our stuff up in our hotel, which was nice and jumped back in the car so that we can see the missions, and they were AMAZING. Huge, ancient and beautiful. We wandered in and out of two of them and were headed to the Alamo when we realized it would already be closed.

Instead we went and parked in Market square and walked down the main drag to the Riverwalk. It too was interesting walking below street level and seeing an astounding amount of resteraunts and shops. However, they were draining and cleaning out the waterway and so it smelled a bit like sewage.

Rach and I walked back and forth, back and forth, back and forth down the Riverwalk trying to decide where to eat because everything looked so good. We finally settled on Waxy’s Irish Pub. Rach had an amazing lamb stew and I had a portabello sandwich. At this point we were so tired from walking around we headed back to our car and crashed at our hotel for the evening - again watching late night episodes of the Nanny. We have an addiction.