Somehow, though I'll be the first to admit that it doesn't make logical sense, traveling those 238 miles north to San Antonio puts us back in the United States. Maybe it's partially psychological, having to cross the immigration check point... Yes, I know very much that we don't live in Mexico. But living in the Valley, it's not exactly like living up north, either...
On this day, the sun and the wildflowers were bright. We sang along to the tunes. We stopped to wave at the baseball players on floats for the opening day Little League parade in Premont. We shared a turkey sandwich and I drank a big unsweet ice tea with lemon and half a package of pink at Panera. We bought bagels to take back home for Sunday breakfast.
We cheered on the soccer game and our girls won. Our shoulders got a bit toasted in the deceptively warm sun. We wandered through Restoration Hardware and ooohed over the clean design. We stopped in at Whole Foods and bought a few favorite treats. We ate gigantic burritos at Chipotle. And then finally, we turned south after a full day.
A full and very good day.
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