There is so much to say I don't really know where to begin.
I woke up Friday morning in a big cozy bed somewhere in San Antonio. The rest of the weekend I got to meet great people, walk in beautiful places and experience a little bit of life in another place.
We had some incredible food this weekend. Chicken with mushrooms and artichoke hearts, and beer battered mushrooms to go with it. Homemade pizza and pizza from a little local brewery–both delicious. We had Thai food, level four spicy out of five, with great conversation and laughter. There were peanut butter and honey sandwiches and milk with grapes and cookies on a blanket in the park. Incredible chicken with asparagus accompanied by some amazing peach tea (I'm not describing it right, but it was amazing). Quesadillas, my favorite and two of the most incredible breakfasts I've ever eaten. The best part about all of these was that I shared them with one of my closest friends.
We went and enjoyed a beautiful afternoon in the Japanese Tea Gardens. We walked in and among flowers and ponds talking and laughing and catching up. The sunshine was out and warming our faces as we sat and watched families, talking together.
San Antonio, like California, was home to many monastic/catholic Mission communities. Saturday afternoon we went and explored them, taking time to enjoy the warm air, wintry paths in the surrounding woods and the open courtyards one finds in such places. We sat on benches, climbed on walls, sat quietly in chapels and learned new things and places together.
I got to share about myself this weekend. Friends had lots of questions I tried to answer as well and succinctly as I could. I so enjoyed getting to step into a new community of people that I hear about often and begin to put names to faces.
We got outside the city on Monday. There is a little German community called Fredricksburg just north of San Antonio and to walk on the main street reminded me a bit of Sonora. We explored shops, beautiful antique stores, book stores (complete with a cat), restaurants, tea shops and side streets. We talked, laughed, walked in silence and I was just so blessed to enjoy such a wonderful day. For dinner we had German food, with spatzle of course, and it melted in my mouth.
Returning home felt like leaving a piece of me there. It felt completely unnatural to be without–I'll be ok, it just feels strange.











