If you're like me and did not know that Narwhal were real, there you go. They are. (real, that is). But again, not at Sea World.
We knew that after seven fun-filled hours at Sea World, we weren't particularly going to be feeling like driving back to Austin, so we booked a couple of rooms at The Menger Hotel in downtown San Antonio, literally across the street from the Alamo. It's a pretty, historical place (apparently there was a thing with Teddy Roosevelt, riding his horse into the lobby?). It is also supposed to be haunted. Whatever. Like I could ever hear a ghost over the sounds of my monkey children, who by the way, broke a doorstop, removed some molding and dismantled the mini-bar all within the first fifteen minutes of our arrival. I'm sorry I don't have any photos of the hotel, I was trying to minimize the damage. I also don't have hardly any photos of our dinner out that night or the "Adults Only" portion of the evening which involved copious drinks at the Ocho Lounge at Hotel Havana, a darling little place that serves wicked Hemingway Cocktails. Not that I had any of those. I do have this shot of Me and Sam at the Alamo.
I didn't have any Hemingway Cocktails, instead I stuck with just beer... and tequila, to which my stomach responded, "ooh ho ho, you obviously think you can still drink tequila and beer. hahahahahahahah. That's cute.." Oh. My. a bit of a rough start to the morning. BUT, we rallied and headed off to the San Antonio Zoo.
Another Gorgeous Day. Seriously, if you're going to do things outside in San Antonio, don't wait for the summer. The weather was absolutely perfect at about 75 degrees. Any hotter and I would have probably been so irritated I would have tackled the kid who thrust this fake lizard in my kids' faces. Seriously. Not a zoo worker. Just some other kid with a fake lizard. Scared the crap outta me. But, no harm, no foul.
But aside from all the popcorn and ice cream, we did get in some baby goat time. Not seen: Rowan yelling and waving HI BABY GOAT at this one about fifty times.