It was the second day of our weekend getaway and we decided to introduce our little one to the joys of schlock shopping.  One could also refer to it as souvenir shopping.  (We just like our term because we generally do not buy very expensive things.)  My husband and I tend to enjoy finding small momentos of our travels.  Our baby took to it like a duck to water!  She wanted it all and we had to reign in our little shopping señorita.  The Historic Market Square (El Mercado) has been a favorite of locals and tourists alike for generations.  It has long been said to contain the largest Mexican market outside of Mexico.  I have to say I am stronger about telling our little one “no;” her Daddy pretty much just caves.  So we decided to stop for lunch at another one of our favorite San Antonio haunts.  A testament to our little one loving it was that she drank the salsa.  It seemed to shock people and I forgot that restaurants in Dallas were used to seeing her slurping down salsa.  Seated in the booth behind us with his grandchildren was the former rector of a downtown Episcopal church which we’d known nothing about.  Of course we had visited all the Catholic churches but we had never thought to see if there might be our own denomination, which is Episcopalian (or Whiskeypalian as I always like to joke.)  We had a lovely time speaking with him and his wife and decided to visit the next day.  That’s another beauty of travel:  no matter how well one thinks they know a place, there is always something new to discover.  Lakhdar Brahimi, the Algerian born member of The Elders, a group of world leaders working for global peace, said:

“What again I tell my people is that no matter how much you know, it’s never enough.  You will always discover, after the fact, that you’ve missed something.”

One thing I have learned is that, whether at home or abroad, there is always more to discover.