So probably the most exciting vacation I ever went on was during the summer of my senior year. My whole family went down to San Antonio Texas where my sister and I were born, and we were finally able to see the area, since a lot had changed since we had last been there. We stayed at a nice hotel right on the Riverwalk, and each day was a new experience. The first day we just walked around the city, looking at the different touristy shops, most of which had cowboy hats and boots so obviously we all got a pair of each. We ate at a different place for every meal, whether it was Mexican, classic Texas barbecue, or one of the many hole-in-the-wall places that exist in the city. The second day we got a tour of the Alamo, which was really special because in the middle of our tour, everything stopped around us and all the people outside stood still. There was no noise outside and we were wondering what was going on, when a funeral procession for a fallen firefighter passed by. Locals told us it was the first firefighter the city had lost in 20 years. Seeing how bonded the community was with each other that they all stopped for this firefighter showed me why I have an innate love for Texas and my home in San Antonio.