Day 16 - San Antonio, TX
No driving today; instead we went to see an old Spanish mission whose name I would probably remember if I was Texan.
Additionally we saw some of the sights of downtown San Antonio, including a little shop called About Australia, browsing through which was a wonderful temporary cure for homesickness; although we resisted the temptation to buy any of the imported, atrociously marked-up merchandise.
(Except for the 20 Freddo Frogs. We're not made of stone.)
Seriously, if you ever find yourself in or around San Antonio and want to stock up on Aussie goods, whether you are an Aussie expat or just a Kanglophile, then I highly recommend looking in on their store, just across from the Alamo. If you get the same guy behind the counter that we did, he might just treat you to his really really bad fake Australian accent (he's too smart to try it on real Aussies, so just put on a fake Upper Voltan accent or something when you go in.)
Oh, and they also do mail order. I want to know where these guys were when I was living in Seattle. (Right here, said the guy.) So why hadn't I heard of them? (Because they hadn't hired me to do their marketing yet, said the guy with the answer for everything.)
We talked and swapped stories with the guy in the About Australia shop for several hours, which ate into the time we were going to spend seeing more attractions. But that's OK, not just because he was a top bloke, but also because not seeing everything gives us an excuse to come back to San Antonio one day.
Not that we need one.
Additionally we saw some of the sights of downtown San Antonio, including a little shop called About Australia, browsing through which was a wonderful temporary cure for homesickness; although we resisted the temptation to buy any of the imported, atrociously marked-up merchandise.
(Except for the 20 Freddo Frogs. We're not made of stone.)
Seriously, if you ever find yourself in or around San Antonio and want to stock up on Aussie goods, whether you are an Aussie expat or just a Kanglophile, then I highly recommend looking in on their store, just across from the Alamo. If you get the same guy behind the counter that we did, he might just treat you to his really really bad fake Australian accent (he's too smart to try it on real Aussies, so just put on a fake Upper Voltan accent or something when you go in.)
Oh, and they also do mail order. I want to know where these guys were when I was living in Seattle. (Right here, said the guy.) So why hadn't I heard of them? (Because they hadn't hired me to do their marketing yet, said the guy with the answer for everything.)
We talked and swapped stories with the guy in the About Australia shop for several hours, which ate into the time we were going to spend seeing more attractions. But that's OK, not just because he was a top bloke, but also because not seeing everything gives us an excuse to come back to San Antonio one day.
Not that we need one.
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