We were climbing the steps to street level when Chris pointed down the street and said, "Want to go to the Alamo?" I had forgotten it was in downtown San Antonio. It was shinning white through the night and almost looked like a ghost building about a block away. We had to go, of course, but arrived too late to walk through the grounds or into the famous fort. Guards were locking up and we could only take pictures from the front part of the plaza. I had been there before in daylight, but something about the night made this relic of Texas history seem almost like a shrine. Seemed fitting, given the fact that to many people in Texas, the Alamo is nothing short of sacred.