We checked out courtesy of the interesting young woman who checked us in yesterday. I detected a slight accent, definitely not of the Southern Louisiana area…I couldn’t resist asking her after commenting that I just couldn’t guess where she’s was from originally. New Zealand. I was very surprised at that. And I still wonder what or who convinced her to end up in Scott, LA, where there’s basically, nothing. As we took to the road it was only about 50 degrees, damp with ongoing drizzle and so foggy you could not see the tops of the many cell towers along the road. Pretty dreary, but as we clicked off the miles the temperature rose, finally into the low 70’s and we did see sunshine late in the afternoon. The forecast in San Antonio is an 88 on Friday. We’ll see about that.
Jack’s work in the reservation department yielded us a 🥰 lovely room in a most beautiful hotel high on a hill overlooking northern San Antonio, The Eilan Hotel & Spa. Look it up and check it out online. It is just breathtakingly beautiful and reminds me the Chateau Frontenac in Montreal…not quite as old and not quite as grand, but the initial wonder of it is pretty close. And OH the shopping around it. (There’s a Nordstrom across the road.). It’s one of those interesting placements of a resort within a living and retail area…hard to tell where one begins and another ends. Our room, on the seventh floor overlooks the Texas Hill Countryside with a boatload of lovely tennis courts. The rooms across from ours overlook the front three stories of stairs and a lovely, huge, courtyard now filled with sparkly Christmas trees and lights strung here and there. And out from that lie the city lights. It’s quite a remarkable setting and site to put this place. Everything is immaculate and first rate. Sadly, they seem beset by the same problem every service organization seems to be facing: staffing. So, their main restaurant was closed tonight and will also be closed tomorrow night. So. We wandered out where our choice was a bar that served no food, a Ruth’s Chris, and an Italian Restaurant called Piatti…which we chose. And a very good choice…pappardelle with bolognese sauce, fresh, hot ciabatta bread and a glass of Ruffino Chianti for me. Jack had the same with water. It was really a welcome basic, but excellent meal…good service and just so nice…a 180 from last night’s pizza & salad.
We’re settling into our room and catching up on emails and this blog…then a promise of a sleep-in for the morning and maybe some shopping later in the day. Riverwalk and perhaps a drive out to see those German towns which have me intrigued will round out our visit here, but maybe The Alamo and LaVillita can be squeezed in. Stay tuned.
PS Masks are mandatory by postings on doors, but basically ignored by the people who read them.
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