It's a mission in Texas wherein was fought an epic battle. Every one died. Well, not every one. The women and children were left alive and allowed to go home. I know this because my family, niece, and brother went to San Antonio last weekend and took a tour.
It also happened to be field trip day. I now begin my diatribe concerning field tripping children. They are beastly. And I have found that all that their chaperones do is watch them climb on exhibits, run down the halls and shove people out of their way. Fifty chaperones means fifty people watching punks in the assigned t-shirt color make everyone else miserable. I almost decided to start pushing back. Diatribe over.
Anyway, from there we walked around the riverwalk. Very exciting.
We decided to make this trip a camping trip and we camped on Mustang Island in Corpus Christi. It was very windy. One of our tents poles snapped causing us to retire that tent. Oh well, it served diligently for almost three years.
The next morning we went and toured a battleship called the "Lexington". It was hot, smelly and awesome. It was even more awesome because my brother, a world war II history fan, shared "nerdy trivia" around every corner. I loved "nerdy trivia".
We swam some, we toured some, we sun burned lots, we came home. I can't wait to do it again.
Oh, one more thing. The second morning of our trip, we took our delicious and nutritious poptart breakfast with us to the beach. Mr. D thought it would be fun to feed the winged rats which only encouraged them to harass us. One particularly bold seagull decided he was not waiting for handouts and snatched an ENTIRE poptart from Eeny's hand. After the initial shock, she burst into tears. I have taunted her with "seagulls stole my poptart!" every day since.