Friday, May 16
(afternoon driving day, with a stop in St. Louis)
one word.
or maybe two.
Bourbon Street.
It started because Brad wanted to see St. Louis.
And then we wanted to eat some authentic Creole food.
"Hey, guys, I hear Bourbon street's real famous.
They've got to have real good food down there!"
And I'm in the back thinking,
"Does he know what Bourbon street is famous for??"
But I keep my mouth closed.
Maybe I'm misinformed.
Then again.
Maybe not.
Picture the Bob Jones University van
creeping along
the blackest street
of Sin-City.
It was a van full of blushing faces,
to say the least.
We came to a general consensus
that never again
will Brad suggest a place to eat.
We wound up at a Red Lobster
Many miles outside of St. Louis.
Talk about real Creole food ;)
Sunday, May 18, Katy and Houston Texas
I have decided not to include every scrap of info about our trip.
I hope you do not mind.
The services went well.
I will only write the most memorable moments of our meanderings....
(sorry the fundamentalist in me took over, and I could not resist the urge to alliterate)
Monday, May 19, San Antonio Texas
Rest Day.
The river walk.
Wonderful thought.
Which is precisely why I decided
to *walk*
along the famous river walk
rather than pay $6 dollars
to ride a boat
down the famous river walk.
And so it came to pass that
while the others
were being annoyed by a tour guide,
I found myself
meandering happily around downtown San Antonio.
A happy discovery:
St. Joseph's Episcopal Church.
Built in 1868.
I walked all around the beautiful building,
and determined that I should come back tomorrow
and try to see the inside.
Tomorrow.
(the twentieth of may, two thousand three)
Some wanted to see
the IMax re-enactment of the Alamo's fall.
Not wanting to spend $9 on bad acting,
and very much wanting to see St. Joseph's,
I slipped away.
And spent an hour
inside the church.
Sitting,
Praying,
Soaking in the beauty.
Another moment of re-inspiration.
The vanity of religion.
My concept for Antigone.
Romans 1.
The creation of a God in our own image.
How many times do I do the same?
How oft do I act as the heathen do?
Every time I worry.
Every time I limit my God.
Every time I refuse to accept His forgiveness, His righteousness.
Then I have made God in my own image.
He is not altogether such an One as I.
Later we all met up to see the Alamo.
Excitement fizzled when we walked around the corner
Down-town, and saw it
sitting there,
surrounded by stores, malls, and lots of tourists.
It kinda reminded me of Disney.
I guess we just all expected the Alamo
to be out in the middle of nowhere.
But nope.
Right in the heart of San Antonio
sits a giant tourist trap they call the Alamo.
It was still really neat,
in a touristy sort of way.
But it made me sad.
People worshiped here.
So come spend all your money on cheap trinkets!
People died here.
Let's make some money out of it!
As you can see,
I am no big fan of tourism...