Let's talk about San Antonio.
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It's warm. Like let's go jump-in-the-pool-naked-and-eat-ice-cream-every-day-and-keep-the-AC-on-all-the-time warm. (Please, Jena, more hyphens.) Any place that demands I slurp down ice cream on the reg. was destined for me. It surely doesn't feel like January. This might be the first year in a long time that it won't snow on my birthday in February, which would seriously be a a present in and of itself. (Snow is overrated. It's cold and scary to drive in and it gets ugly in .0006 seconds.)
I've always said that I would rather be drenched in sweat than frozen like a popsicle. So again, Texas was made for me. However, I did commit one major fashion faux-pas on Sunday. I wore a scarf to church (because the outfit was begging me to) ... let's just say people thought the foreign fabric around my neck was a thick purple noose.
It's mostly friendly (except for drivers, but we'll get to that). Because I have a lot of Oklahoma Pride (or because it was the only thing clean), I wore my BEAT TEXAS shirt to Hobby Lobby yesterday. It was the wrong avenue for a reaction though. Middle-aged women with crafting problems do not care about football rivalries. I'll have to run into a bar and yell "Texas sucks" to really get a response. (Don't worry, I won't do that; I wouldn't want my 5'1''/106 lb. body to have to inflict all kinds of pain.)
We haven't gotten to meet just a whole lot of people, but those we have are super nice. We're hoping to get more involved in the church we visited on Sunday, that or start knocking on doors at our apt. asking people to be our friends.
HEB. The grocery store to beat all grocery stores. I didn't think produce could get this good.
It's busy. San Antonio is the 7th largest city in the USA. That's a whole lot of bodies. And people (apparently) gotta a lot of crap to do in Texas. One highway isn't good enough. Nope, we have like twenty. Annnd they have six lanes of traffic. Count 'em, six. That's four more than I'm used to. And they're all windy and curvy and will change up on you any ol' time, so you better be paying attention instead of doing this:
I never thought of myself as a small town girl, but when you're accustomed to two lanes on one highway and ample warning for each exit, I guess the shoes fits. I'm pretty sure I stick out like a sore thumb when I'm driving. It's like a big sign is plastered over my car saying, "Texas Noob!" Definitely gotten my fair share of honks since I've been here... but I would probably lay on my horn to the frazzled blonde girl going 50 so she can be sure to read every sign, too.
Those are just some fun facts that 99% of you probably already knew about SA. I'm sure more revelations will come my way after a few months of being here. Til then, the Roaches will continue relying heavily on our GPS, the in-laws, and the ice cream shop down the street.