Home for a Weekend


My boyfriend (still gives me butterflies to say that) joined me for a trip to McAllen this past weekend.  The long drive down always makes me yearn for a direct flight option from San Antonio to McAllen or a high speed train.  The older I get, the less free time I have and the more I want to spend that time doing what I love.  I think the most important currency is quality time.  Still, a long drive means plenty of time to get to know each other, listen to great music and enjoy new things together.  On this drive he introduced me to David Axelrod's podcast, The Axe Files.  Mitt Romney was being interviewed and it was great to hear the side of Romney that I never heard before, but that also made me sad because I think he would've made a great president and maybe the public just didn't get to know him well enough. Going home always means great food and good times.  My parents told him their story of spending a year and a half living in Dallas, through an awful winter, barely able to make ends meet.  It brought a tear to my eye looking around at their beautiful dream home that they worked so hard for.  They sacrificed so much for my brother and me.  That's maybe why Marco Rubio's post Iowa Caucus speech brought a tear to my eye.  His story is like my story.

Saturday morning started with a beautiful run on the Bicentennial Hike and Bike Trails.


And was followed with The Monitor and coffee at my McAllen favorite, Moonbeans.

And no trip home is complete without a visit to my nephew.



We also checked out the Museum of South Texas History in Edinburg.

Being in McAllen for a weekend was great, but it makes me realize even more now that San Antonio has become home for me.  In just four short years (not counting my stint at UTSA), I've made so many friends and met so many incredible people, including TJ. What I love about San Antonio is that you can be part of something here. I wouldn't trade it for the world.