But it was a very hot and humid day and we had walked for probably three miles at that point. The air conditioning in the Saloon was cold, the bartender was extremely friendly, and the beer was ice cold. I drank a schooner of Shiner Bock while Elizabeth enjoyed a pint of it and we both were quite content. Though we did not stay for more than one beer.
Unfortunately the bartender was the least pleasant server we encountered on the whole trip. She wasn't so much rude as indifferent, and then after she served us our drinks she completely ignored us, even when I asked her a question. (Actually when I put it like that, she was pretty rude, especially for a bartender.) So we left before we'd even finished our drinks. Every single person we encountered in San Antonio - from the clerk at the hotel, to a fellow guest who gave me advice, to the Riverwalk boat guide, to the (many) bartenders - was very friendly except one, so we had no problem moving on from here.
yet someone like this remains relatively unknown.)
On our walk back to the hotel that first night in town, Elizabeth and I passed by the Kerry and I said we should pop in for one last drink of the evening. It was pretty empty inside, no music playing, but my Guinness was wonderful.
And that's it from the road trip. 3763 miles, 16 states, 11 days, 0 speeding tickets and 0 Albert Pujols home runs missed.
Tomorrow we start on my new life in New York.