This is officially the fourth time I’ve tried to write (“WRITE”!) about my weekend in San Antonio.
I don’t know why you people put up with me.
So. Here goes.
I had such a great time this past weekend. Except for the part when I got to Houston and they told me that my flight to San Antonio had been cancelled and that they had booked me on a flight that was leaving THIRTEEN HOURS LATER and I called Melanie and said all sorts of profound things like, “SOB FLIGHT CANCELLED SOB NOT MAKE IT SOB WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.”
But in the end, thanks to a mighty sweet friend who helped me connect with a couple of other people who were in the same situation I was, I was able to fly to Austin, hop in a rental car with my new friends Lisa and Avey Jane (as it turns out, Avey Jane goes to the same church that I do, and I’ve even heard her daddy preach before, thus confirming my theory that THE WORLD, IT IS A PEANUT) . We made it to San Antonio in about an hour and a half, and I kept thinking that our trip was just like Planes, Trains and Automobiles. Only without the trains. So I guess it was more like Planes and Automobiles, which doesn’t really have the same ring to it, but for the sake of narrative progress, we will pretend.
Anyway.
Living Proof Live was absolutely wonderful. Travis and his praise team kept the focus right where it should have been, and Beth delivered a message that was chock-full-o-Truth. I loved getting to see bloggy people who feel like old friends – it blessed my soul in ways you can’t even imagine. Plus, I finally got to meet Melanie’s real-life BFF Gulley, OH YES MA’AM I DID, and I adored her on sight. I felt like I’d known her forever.
All in all, San Antonio = GOOOOOD.
When I got home Sunday afternoon, there were tons of details about the weekend that I couldn’t wait to share with my husband, and I have to say: the flour tortillas at Mi Tierra in San Antonio were near the top of the conversational list. In fact, they were so good that after I ate my first bite I looked at Melanie and pretty much screamed at her. I said, “THESE TORTILLAS ARE DELICIOUS! THEY ARE SO FRESH! WHY, THEY’RE ALMOST LIKE PANCAKES!”
She must have felt like she was in the middle of some bizarre 21st century nightmare. About two years ago she left a comment on my blog, then we emailed a bunch and became real-life friends, and now she gets to sit in restaurants with me while I scream about the texture of my food.
The interweb has surely provided her with more than she could have asked or imagined.
But no kidding: those tortillas? Were better than Cheez-Its.
And that is some mighty high praise indeed.
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