Part of the reason I've been busy lately is from traveling and then playing catch-up, then traveling. Now I'm blogging, in denial of bedtime or the mountain of catch-up stuff to do.
My dad turned 75 this month, a very young-at-heart, active, healthy 75. To mark the occasion my mom and I brainstormed about what to do to celebrate. I suggested a surprise party with lots of people, but Mom said that's the kind of thing you save until he can't do anything else. He still does step aerobics, so I saw her point. For his 70th we went to Bermuda and were met with rain and gale force winds, so I voted to go somewhere warm. Dad isn't a beach kind of guy, so I thought maybe Texas or Arizona.
The Riverwalk is indeed beautiful and fun. It's right downtown, a level below the nearby streets so you don't hear all the traffic noise, and lovely with all the trees and bridges. It's lined mostly by hotels and restaurants, and we took one of the boat tours to see the whole thing in under an hour. If I'm this excited about all the bridges over the river in San Antonio, imagine what I'd be like in Venice.