Welcome to Margarita, Texas

We made it! Here's a photo of the view from our hotel room balcony:


The trip here was fast and smooth; the most exciting event being a lunch stop for hot dogs at James Coney Island where I proceeded to spill mustard on my shirt. Yeah, I'm a wild man. My trusty DeLorme Road Atlas navigated us perfectly through unfamiliar freeways and downtown streets right to our hotel. Did I mention how much I love this software? (This, alas, is a testament to my geekiness - in case there was any doubt.)

Our digs aren't luxe, but they're not bad -- somewhere between a Hilton and a Motel 6. The real appeal, naturally, is outside the room in the form of the famed San Antonio riverwalk, home to some of the best Tex-Mex cuisine on the planet. After getting settled in at the hotel following our arrival, we wasted no time in getting to a riverside table and ordering mucho margaritas. For some strange reason, after consuming several of these we became unable to pronounce the word "library", which instead became "liberry". People who work in these establishments were, of course, "liberrians". I can't explain why we found this so riotously amusing; I'm certain the margaritas had absolutely nothing to do with this.

More adventures to follow!