City of San Antonio, Texas

Hello…I will be your tour guide.  Stepping off the porch of the hotel…San Antonio awaited.  The influx of tourists were strong and demised.  Placations and deemed reticence was beneficial for those that wandered into the unknown depths of El RIO.  The river was wide and cationic.  A bit green.  The give and take of the actual moment was superseded by the glorious colors that shrouded the benevolent parchment.  Thank god, I missed FIESTA!  IT’S AN AWSOME PARTY, JUST NOT MY STYLE.  For me…I was the tour guide to these mis-shapened enchiladas.  Round, robust the monuments and other strong holds could not hold back the ALAMO.  The city of reticent tiny lights was to be theirs and there’s alone.  I GUESS MINE NOW.  Why…I knew the town in and out.  I cursed for like two-weeks.  Saw all the monumental sites, as well as the off the beaten track malls.  I was born in 1982, but the actual tourism of my own mind was to begin at twelve.  That’s when I began to realize that this town had more than ME to offer.