Feb. 19, 2003 If you’re interested in experiencing culture shock, try starting at The Alamo and landing shortly thereafter in Cajun country. The neighboring states of Texas and Louisiana are as different as night and day. If the switch from Spanish to French doesn’t throw you for a loop, the culinary changes will. After finishing […]

Feb. 18, 2003 I came into San Antonio during evening hours, having fallen prey to the magic of Luckenbach earlier in the day and, even after that, spending time in the German immigrant town of Boerne. The drive between Boerne and San Antonio is all-too-familiar to me, and I must say I much prefer it

Feb. 2, 2003 The road was dusty and deserted, without a car in sight. Gentle, rolling hills stretched out in every direction. I looked around, leaned against a barbed wire fence to peer at a lone sign. I supposed it made sense, with a posted population of three, that I wouldn’t see anyone on this

Feb. 1, 2003 I headed east along Interstate 10, my map resting on the passenger seat. It wasn’t long before I began to feel the lure of the Hill Country calling me. Since my only other Hill Country experience involved a new engine for the car and a cast on my left hand, it seemed