Upon moving to San Antonio fifteen years ago, I had always wondered – in a perfunctory and mildly curious way – why there would be so many boats and wave-runners around. Such watercraft would be parked on a trailer in the street, or in a …
by Julia Hayden
We went to Wimberly last weekend, first for the Market Days, and then to try and find the place where I had taken some particularly beautiful pictures along the Blanco River some years ago. I am getting ready to publish a all-in-one hardback …
by Julia Hayden
It’s not much of an exaggeration to say that the downtown Riverwalk is the heart of San Antonio – after the Alamo, it’s the other completely unique tourist attraction. Water, trees and skinny riverbank gardens in the heart of a high-rise city – not many …
Farmers’ markets, that is – and not just in metropolitan San Antonio, although the every-Saturday at the Pearl Brewery reigns supreme for location and places to eat, and sheer variety of offerings. Not to mention the live music and …
You know, there are so many signs about, on any street given over to commerce these days, sometimes you just sort of blank them out. Unless you are looking for that particular business – but that’s what a GPS unit is …
So, having worked over Mothers’ Day weekend delivering edible fruit centerpieces, my daughter and I decided that we would slack off – yes, indeedy, we would go off and do something interesting – the Saturday Farmer’s market in New Braunfels, and …
We try to get out and about on weekends, since I seem to spend a great deal of time during the working week, chained to a hot computer, working on an editing job, or my next book, or …
So when we first went walking with the dog along the Salado Greenway from Hardberger Park a couple of weeks ago - that was about the first time that the very existence of the Salado Greenway percolated into our awareness. A neighbor had told us of …
While I’m not nearly as willing as Anthony Bourdain is to risk my health eating exotic foods in . . . ummm . . . exotic and off the beaten track venues, and I certainly draw the line at consuming tid-bits that I would have to muscle past my …
So, my daughter and I went down to the Poteet Strawberry festival this last weekend; we've been to it before, at least twice - but it now seems to have grown, and grown on steroids. Wow - we didn't recall having to wait in a line of cars …