I spent the last few days in San Antonio, Texas. My hotel was across the street from The Alamo and at night I sat in front of my hotel window staring at the Christmas lights and people surrounding it. It seemed odd – that the “Mision San Antonio de Valero,” or “The Alamo” built almost two hundred nineteen years ago would be surrounded by hotels, shopping, restaurants and cheap trinket stores today. Yet there I was on the ninth floor of a large hotel, sipping tea while resting in a leather club chair, mesmerized by the lights that surround The Alamo.
After my morning walk and coffee I found myself standing in front of The Alamo, giggling to myself as I watched a small group following a tour guide. I kept picturing Pee Wee Herman in Pee Wee’s Big Adventure asking Jan Hooks, who played the tour guide in the movie, where the basement was.
No matter my giggles over Pee Wee, I still left with a sort of strange feeling…What trail was it that was blazed anyway?