Bexar County under nine different governments.
The place is awash, steeped in tradition and the confluence of cultures, Previously, I would address this as a “clash of cultures,” but that’s not what happens. There’s a very forgiving, more open-minded understanding that coexistence is way more important than being right.
That I have reverence and respect, and that I understand I am a mere tourist passing through? Sure.
But with reverence. Kind of an awe, too.
The joy to life, the way the river of life mixes its waters here, and no one minds? Proud of heritage but not typically over-bearing?
I’m working locally this Sunday.
Details, as usual?