I visited San Antonio this weekend to be with my folks and aunt. It was the typical family visit in that I slept, ate and argued a ton. There were board games, long walks with the family dog, long visits on the patio with cool drinks, a tour of the Alamo and river walk, etc.
This weekend was also Fiesta — an extensive city-wide party that includes a handful of themed parades. We caught the King William Parade Saturday afternoon.
ROY G. BIV was the guest of honor. It was a feast for the senses. A parade full of thousands of happy people, dressed in the wildest costumes. Streets lined with cheerful parade-goers — wearing wreaths of flowers in their hair, vests of medals, streamers, etc. And my very favorite thing: dogs in costumes.
Just a taste — many more to come over the next few days. Again, for the second time in a matter of a few weeks — I was delightfully surprised to find myself surrounded by a community celebrating with abandon simply because they could. Truly, wildly, fully loving life.
Thank you, San Antonio. For reminding me to get over myself, and be silly.
My mother could have been queen (a story for another day.) She was shaking her stuff with the best of them!