Geocaching and why I don't remember The Alamo

The party was over for me today as I had to begin attending the actual conference that brought us to San Antonio. However, the fun kept on coming for Cynical.

While I listened to speakers wearing "personality" ties and telling jokes written for them, my beloved got a chance to sleep, surf and just "be".

We met up for a long lunch, some additional Riverwalk exploration and then it was all over: back to boring seminars for me.

Alas, the last speaker shared his or her last comment and I was released. Our afternoon and night included a little fruitless geocaching, an encounter with a very friendly cat, getting caught in the rain, a margarita that literally kicked my novice drinking butt, and a little romantic walk along the walkway.

Tomorrow promises my last chance at Tex-Mex food before we leave, more personality ties, belly-dancing during dinner and maybe, just maybe a trip to the Tower of the Americas.