Back in February, we received official word that the Army would be sending us to San Antonio, Texas this summer. We never would have chosen the The Lone Star state ourselves but that is part of the adventure of relocating at the whim of the Army. Not only is San Antonio the place where barbed wire dazzled folks at Alamo Plaza in 1876 during a promotional herding of longhorns (thus inspiring an alarming number of arm tattoos), it also home to the Menger Hotel, where Theodore Roosevelt recruited the Rough Riders. Not too shabby for the seventh most populated city in the United States.
Like all of other places we’ve lived, we’re determined to make the best of our time Texas. While we’re not crazy about the lack of mountains, snow, and natural bodies of water in the immediate vicinity, we are excited about the food (oh my goodness – the tacos!), the historic market square, Pearl Brewery, Fiesta, Texas Hill County, the Riverwalk, the proximity to Austin, and the list goes on…(did I mention the tacos?). And with a yearly average temperature of 79 degrees, our sub-zero-tested winter coats will likely be on hiatus for the next two years. We will only be a few hours from the Gulf of Mexico so at least we’ll have the ocean somewhat close during the ridiculously long h0t and humid summers.
Mark Twain famously stated that there are only four unique cities in the United States: New Orleans, San Antonio, Boston, and San Francisco. San Antonio has been labeled as a cultural crossroad because of the Spanish, English, and German influences throughout the city and Texas Hill Country. Speaking of which, Texas Hill Country is a 25-county area between San Antonio and Austin (the state itself has 254 counties!) comprised of rolling hills, green (!) trees, rivers, tributaries, and caverns. I’m really looking forward to hiking in and around that area – like Old Baldy in Garner State Park.
In my research of our new city, I’ve come across “Keep San Antonio Lame” in comparison to the famed “Keep Austin Weird” expression. While we’re not residents yet, from what I’ve seen, San Antonio is hardly lame. We may have no idea where we are living, what day we’re moving, what schools the kids will attend, or even technically how long we will live there, but San Antonio is beginning to feel like home. Well – for at least a couple of years.