Here marks my first venture out into the world outside of the Midwestern United States, first time aboard an aircraft, and the first time traveling alone. Never I have I had such a zest in life that I can remember, never has the coffee tasted so earthy, never has the sun been brighter upon my face because it is not the same sun nor the same coffee that I have experienced for the previous 23 summers.
I could have never imagined San Antonio to be such a beautiful city, I expected the Southern and Mexican culture but the city in itself blew me away with every step down the River Walk. I felt as I were strolling down the streets of Venice, I could almost hear the oars breaking the water as the gondoliers crept down the streets where only the buoyant survive.
Not far from “Little Venice” lies the Alamo a place of great Pride and amazing history of the old west stands in stark contrast to it’s modern surroundings. Here hundreds battled against thousands against impossible odds, for freedom. I yearn for a time when people held such passion for a way of living. At the present time here in America we are too concerned with lining out own pockets and “looking out for number 1″ to worry ourselves with the problems that face the greater community. That is not to say that I don’t love my country, but I feel as though we have strayed from the path a bit and I wish we could get back on track with caring about our people and the freedoms that we all share as Americans.
That being said I cannot wait to travel more in our beautiful country, as well as the other beautiful countries that this world holds in it’s possession.
ThinkOnYourFeet. ThinkOnTheFly. ThinkRabbits.
