I'm on the Mexican radio*

I like San Antonio.

It's vibrant, it's energetic, and strangers say hello on the street (and not in that sinister sauz-american way, zhou know?) I've never been in another American city where people where this high-energy before. And there are LOTS of kids... LOTS of them!

I was a little worried, carrying my New Yorker magazine in plain view at the airport, that I might get lynched, but so far so good. I have a feeling we all (locals and Canadians) just avoid the "touchy" subjects and all is well. Our waiter at the Texas Kill 'Em & Eat 'Em Steakhouse (not its actual name) told us a Canadian saved his life once. :)

When in Rome, do as the Romans, so I'm all "you all" "and such"...

The salsa dip is great!

I like the historic buildings, which are also a rarity in my scarce experience outside of East Coast USA. It's old! I love it! Our hotel, the Emily Morgan, is a boutique hotel, which means you can buy some of the stuff in the rooms. It has very nice antique details, like a mail chute (love those!) between the elevators. There's $5 water from Fiji in the rooms. My tub is a jacuzzi. Maybe I'll get to try the outdoor heated swimming pool before I leave.

It depends, because these are "Events" hours (as in, Events International Meeting Planners)... Today was 7:15 to sometime after 6pm and tomorrow will be worse. But the company is good, there's natural sunlight a few metres away, it's not snowing, and I guess that's all I need right now.

Ask me in a couple of days, I'll probably be dying to get back to Mo-real. Not yet.

*this is a song, and this title is best read imitating the song, if you know it.