Editorial by Edgar Ardila

 REFLECTION: A TEXAN TALE OF FAMILY ADVENTURES

As I sit here, with my faithful reader, I find myself pondering the idea of taking my relatives to San Antonio. You see, it's not just a journey, it's a journey through time, a tumbleweed rolling down the dusty trails of history.

Now, how did I come up with this idea? Well, it was this magazine, there in that old digital bonfire where stories are told and secrets are whispered. They told me about the Alamo, the River Walk, and all those other arrangements that make San Antonio a beautiful spicy place of adventure.

I guess my little deer would be as wide-eyed as a pair of full moons when they saw the River Walk. Picture them: tiny boots hitting the cobblestones, staring at the water as if it were a magic potion. And those river boats? Well, they're like pirate ships sailing through a Texas fairy tale.

But stop, doctor! My lady, bless her, is professional. She doesn't just see the world; she deciphers it like a cryptogram. So I guess she'll say, "Now, honey, let's consider the emotional well-being of our children."

And I'll nod, because I know she's right. We'll put wide-brimmed hats on them, like armor against the Texas sun, and head to the Alamo. But we will not frighten the young with stories of cannons and muskets. No, we will weave a story about heroes and courage, like bedtime stories under a sky full of stars.

Now, the ghost tours? Oh, they're as tempting as a sizzling fajita. But my lady will say, “Let's play pretend, honey. Ghosts are nothing more than cowboys playing hide and seek. And we'll laugh, because kids love a good game, even if it's with spectral fighters.

And the market square? Well, that's where the magic happens. We'll let the young people wander around, shouting piñatas and devouring churros. And when they are rested, we will find a shady spot, like a cactus taking a nap, and watch the mariachi bands tug at their heartstrings.

But the real nugget of gold? The Pearl District. They are not pearls, of course, they are boutiques, cafes and people drinking kombucha as if it were the elixir of life. We will explore, like pioneers charting new paths, and maybe, just maybe, we will find a treasure or two.

So, here's my recipe: pack the sunscreen, load up the minivan, and head to San Antonio. We will create memories spicier than a jalapeno, sweeter than peach cobbler.