Last we heard was:
'And so I'm left wondering, leaving right now and still clueless. I hope he's trustworthy..'
As it turns out Seth is a very cunning man. All this time, I never knew what he was capable of. I should keep a closer eye on him from now on.
I'm packing and trying to get hints. "Should I bring a towel?" "What about my toothbrush?" "Do you think I'll need my passport?" "My fuzzy chicken shoes?"
Nothin' doin'. He's as tight-lipped as a mummy.
We get in the car...heading SOUTH. Ah-HA! says I in my head. We're obviously heading towards..what? What's south?
I decide not to just relax and accept my fate after we pass every possible exit that I assumed we might exit on. I pull out a book and start reading.
Two hours later we're downtown San Antonio and Seth admits, "I've kind of lost my bearings." We pull into a a hotel parking lot and I suggest, "Why don't you ask for directions in there?"
Seth goes in and I'm waiting, and waiting...and then I start thinking. Is it possible that he could be this wily? That he could actually PLAN it that I would seem I suggested for him to go in when in reality this was our destination all along?
As it turns out, he had booked this place days in advance and had been planning it for like two weeks..a suite on the Riverwalk . Too cool.
The next two days were spent exploring and feasting..mostly. We went to the Hard Rock Cafe, Ripleys Believe It or Not Museum (I love those kinds of things), saw a bagpiper, ate quail and melt-in-your-mouth steak, and lazed around indoors when it rained.
I was mostly too forgetful to take pictures..so i have only dees
Ultimately, it turned out to be one of the best surprises ever. Thank you, Seth. You're pretty amazing.