I woke yesterday morning at 7:15, despite having gone to sleep around 3, because there were some of Satan's Cicadas buzzing happily outside my window. Normally I don't mind insect noises (provided they're coming from outside my house). This was loud enough to wake me from a Tylenol-PM coma. I lay in bed for half an hour, and then noticed the temperature on my weather app: 79 degrees. 79 degrees! I hadn't seen it below 90 during daylight hours since I came back from my trip up north.So I got up, got dressed and collected my wallet, phone, keys, cemetery notebook, camera, SD cards, camera bag, extra lens, lip balm, bug spray, and three kinds of sunblock. I needed a bag to get out of the house--this is ridiculous--I WILL get back to my minimal house-leaving routine. Anyway, I drove downtown and went to the City Cemeteries, which I hadn't seen yet.
They were ugly. I didn't even take pictures, they were so ugly. I miss my Rose Hill.
So I drove to a little fancypants neighborhood called King William. It was not ugly. I left my car at the corner of Madison and St. Mary's, and walked all the way up Madison, taking pictures of houses. I turned a corner and realized I knew where I was, right near the Blue Star Brewery that John and I went to a while back. I remembered an entrance to the Riverwalk there, so I figured what the heck, I'd check out the Riverwalk at 10 am on a Wednesday. The only other time I've been there was Thanksgiving day, and it was PACKED. So I found my way there, and discovered it was the less-traveled end of the Riverwalk, the scenic, park-like end, not the trendy sports-bar-and-overpriced-ice-cream-shop end. I walked toward downtown on the Riverwalk till I got tired, climbed the Durango St. Bridge and took that shot of the river up there, and went back down to the river on the other side of the street. Walked back the way I came, crossed back over to Madison Street, walked back down to my car. Drove home.
All these directions are so I can tell you what happened when I got home. My legs were tired, and I wondered how far I had walked, so I looked it up on Google maps. Up Madison, over to Riverwalk, down to Durango St....and I was only about 2 blocks from my car. I made a big U. Then, because I was dumb and left my phone in the car, and I was scared of getting lost, I just followed my breadcrumbs all the way back. I walked about 2.5 miles and only went .3 miles away from my car.
It was a nice walk, though. I wish I'd known where I was, because I'd've kept walking into neighborhoods I hadn't seen yet, if I'd known how close my car was.
Oh yeah, the title of the entry is a goof. Everything here is in Spanish, but it's plastered with German names and styles. It really is a lovely combination; I like the personality of San Antonio more than any place I've lived, except maybe Ann Arbor. (I still miss Atlanta.) The Riverwalk? Yeah, locals don't go there much. There were runners and dogwalkers on the part where I was this morning, but it's not a place to shop or hang out, unless you work there.
Which I do, now. Today I got offered that job that I interviewed for two weeks ago. I don't know why they waited so long to call me; maybe they called a bunch of other people first and there was something bad about it. However it worked, I got the job, and I have orientation next week. I'm not going to write much about it here. This blog isn't anonymous. I will say it's in a hotel, I'm making coffee, I will probably be working overnight shifts. It's on the Riverwalk--the trendy, overpriced end, of course. I liked my coffee shop job a few years ago, and this will give me plenty of opportunities for people-watching. It'll also give me a paycheck, unless I screw it up by writing about it on the internet.
Congratulations! Nice picture, too.
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