The whole time Laura and I have been exploring this city, we kept asking eachother, “where do all the real people live?” Everything looks so touristy and we had only seen hotels, until today. Today we went on a tour of south San Antonio, and now that we know where the real people live we kind of wish we didn’t. There were a couple nice houses in the old German part of the town, but the majority of what we saw wasn’t very nice. Oh, and we saw a couple of missions. And the San Antonio River, which looks like a canal. I realize it floods and gets bigger, but it looks pretty pathetic right now.
(yeah, we passed this place on our trolley tour too...the sign reads "Bexar County Juvenile Center.)
After the lame/painful trolley tour we grabbed dinner at this place called Pat O’Brien’s. It was an Irish pub that specialized in southern food. We had some giant hurricanes and terrible food while taking in the horrible “live music”. One thing that I’ve learned about San Antonio is that while nearly every place boasts live music performances very rarely are they any good. Tonight’s performance was no exception.
The “performance” consisted of a guy singing karaoke with his ipod. Occasionally he would strum a few cords with his guitar or fail at trying to play Santana. The best part were the two older men who danced along to the music madly offbeat and sometimes inappropriately.
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