Ah, San Antonio... I can't even remember how many times I've been to the Riverwalk, seen the Alamo, and gone antique shopping. I do remember going to Sea World as a kid—I still have neon-colored plastic tumblers from the gift shop.
I think, because I grew up near large bodies of water almost my entire life (Pacific, Mediterranean, Atlantic, various lakes and rivers), I have a bit of an obsession with sea life. One of my earliest memories is of petting stingrays at the Monterey Bay Aquarium. I begged to go to Sea World every time we drove to San Antonio or Salado to visit my grandparents.
There's just something about Texas... Every time I visit, the sky seems like it's bluer than it is in Virginia—the air smells the same way it did when I was little. Like heat, dirt, pecan trees, cattle, and horses. Despite the ungodly humidity, I'd move there. Texas is full of great memories.
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I think, because I grew up near large bodies of water almost my entire life (Pacific, Mediterranean, Atlantic, various lakes and rivers), I have a bit of an obsession with sea life. One of my earliest memories is of petting stingrays at the Monterey Bay Aquarium. I begged to go to Sea World every time we drove to San Antonio or Salado to visit my grandparents.
There's just something about Texas... Every time I visit, the sky seems like it's bluer than it is in Virginia—the air smells the same way it did when I was little. Like heat, dirt, pecan trees, cattle, and horses. Despite the ungodly humidity, I'd move there. Texas is full of great memories.