San Antonio wasn't nearly as interesting as I had planned for it to be. After driving from Rockport that afternoon, we ate dinner at La Margarita, went back to the hotel, I slept in until 12, then we had lunch at Mi Tierra, then back in the car to Houston. I drove through a never ending rain storm, and there was a shit load of traffic on I-10. But still not a bad little trip. Fishing with my dad, and his corporate counterpart in the east, was okay, a bit of rain, and few fish. I've realized something: I like catching fish, this fishing can be a totally different experience.
I think I'm gonna make some eggs now.