For the past couple of weeks, Chris and I had been talking about having some sort of weekend get-a-way. Rather spontaneously, we ended up deciding Friday morning to leave in the afternoon for San Antonio’s Riverwalk. Once the work day was over, we ran home to pack and then drove south to Hotel Contessa.
The hotel was beautiful, and they even upgraded us to a king suite overlooking the water. The place somehow managed to be chic, trendy, yet super comfortable. After a long week, the relaxing atmosphere was much appreciated.
Once settled in our room, we decided to walk to a Tex-Mex restaurant that’s a hotspot among locals, called Rosario’s. It was a short distance, but somewhat of a dark path (we took a cab on the way back!) When we arrived to Rosario’s, a fun, Latino band played while the sound of a happy, tequila-fused crowd meshed with the songs. Before long, we were sitting at a table, washing down the spicy, yet smoky salsa with margaritas on the rocks. So good! Chris and I both loved our dishes – I highly recommend the mole sauce. Everything was fresh, flavorful, and very reasonable!
On our way back we grabbed a cab, who openly shared with us the three rules of day-trading: set limits to stick to in advance, don’t have hope, and don’t be greedy! Quite an interesting man.
The next morning we ordered a healthy room service breakfast of house-made granola and fresh-squeezed orange juice to jumpstart our day. With the sun shining and blue skies all about, we enjoyed a leisurely morning of walking up and down the Riverwalk and through the Alamo.
After a while, we came back and grabbed cool salads and a hummus plate at the hotel, preparing our bodies for one of my favorite parts of the trip: a nourishing afternoon at the spa. Somehow, I convinced Chris to get a warm stone massage and facial with me; although he was a bit skeptical, he agreed to give it a chance and indulge my wish. It was only my second time to receive any sort of spa treatment, but I still had a better idea of what to expect. In the end, we both enjoyed ourselves. Chris found the experience to be pleasant but a little strange, while to me it was completely rejuvenating and relaxing. What a treat!!!
Before we knew it, dinner time was approaching. To begin the evening, we decided to stop by the historic Menger Hotel bar for a cocktail. Chris had been there before with a group of friends and was eager to revisit the Teddy Roosevelt “Rough Rider” collages and saloon-style ambiance.
Once we emptied our glasses, we walked to the Latin-fusion restaurant, Azuca. The place itself had an artsy flare, with its Picasso-inspired Mexican art and brightly-colored decorations. Known for its mojitos, we both tried a mango mojito, which proved to be delicious. Unfortunately everything else seemed to go downhill from there. Our fish entrees tasted bland, and the dessert was terrible. We couldn’t even eat more than a bite each of the banana goat cheese cake, and Chris and I each have a huge sweet tooth! Regardless, we still had a wonderful night.
Quite strangely, on our way back we grabbed a cab, only to be picked up by the same man of day-trading knowledge. He welcomed us grandly, remembering our plans and asking about our day. He told us more interesting stories about the life of a San Antonion.
Now back in Austin, I am so thankful that we had this romantic weekend together. The trip reminded me to enjoy the small things in life. From our hand-in-hand stroll to breakfast in bed, I am so thankful for the collection of memories I now have, forever to keep, from this sweet little get-a-way.