I walked in on my (now ex) husband the other night while he was half-way through the movie, Inglourious Basterds, and sat down on the couch next to him. The scene playing was where Brad Pitt shoots up a room full of Nazi’s and when I asked my husband who this character with the Hill Billy accent was supposed to be, he explained and also mentioned that he was supposed to be related to Jim Bridger.
“Who is Jim Bridger? I know of a Jim Bowie, but not a Jim Bridger,” I asked.
He then said, “Man, that is what is wrong with you Texans…all y’all learn in school is Texas History. I can’t believe you don’t know who Jim Bridger is!”
It should be noted that after that exasperated statement, my (now ex) husband didn’t exactly explain who Jim Bridger is either.
Ever since I was a little girl I have wanted to see and visit the Alamo in San Antonio, Texas. Of course I had learned about the Alamo in Texas History so reminded to me, but I also saw it in old westerns too. So you can bet I was surprised as anyone else when I walked onto the Alamo Plaza and saw this:
I’m pretty sure everyone could see the big ole question marks in my eyes, but no one would ask me why I looked so lost. Could this really be the Alamo? It sure doesn’t look like anything on television…or in postcards that I’d seen. I snapped a bunch of photographs and went through a walkway, utterly disappointed.
That’s when I looked ahead and saw several tourists snapping photographs and standing in a line that stretched around the block. That’s when I yelled,
“Hey! I found the Alamo!!”
Other views of Alamo Plaza:
Entrance into Alamo Plaza
Be sure to check out my other Spring Break 2010 Posts:
Part 1: Texas Weather is Like a Box of Chocolates
Part 2: Roadtrip Cheapwadry – Driving on the Wild Side
Part 3: Why I Don’t Drive on Roadtrips
Part 4: Canyon Lake
Part 5: Hooker Hotels and Long Lost Aunts
Part 6: You’re at it.
Part 7: Let’s Go to Luckenbach Texas