D is for: Driven by Water; Directed by God
Our next stop took us to the outskirts of town. The sky was partly cloudy, and my mind was partly operational having been assaulted by Benedryl a few hours earlier. Between that and the toasty weather, staying awake had become increasingly difficult. Nevertheless, we pressed on because you just never know when you’ll pass this way again. Being a history nut, the Mission San Jose sounded interesting and far less touristy than the Alamo. Sure, there wasn’t a big battle at San Jose, but the quiet life of a mission brought rest and safety to all who found shelter there which is pretty monumental in and of itself.
Here is a nice little write up of life at the mission should you care to delve deeper.
https://www.sanantonio.gov/Mission-...os233-Mission-San-Jose-y-San-Miguel-de-Aguayo
Although it is a National Park, Zach and I didn’t see a place to pay anything, which was good and bad. I mean, it’s great that it is apparently free to visit, but I sure would have loved to have been able to whip out that National Park Pass I’d bought! The mission buildings are nicely maintained and give a great picture of what the living conditions would have been like during the Spanish Colonial times.
There are some very well done diorama type exhibits to explain what the different parts of the mission were used for and how life was lived day to day. Sadly, no photos of those. I blame it on the Benedryl.
In addition to the “museum-y”parts, the mission still holds Mass every week. Had there been a service I'd have partaken. Given that it is a functional church, they ask for a certain decorum and reverence.
Sources say that the rose window on the south side is the finest remaining example of this craft in the US. Sadly, I didn’t know about it or notice it, so don’t have a decent photo; instead, I shamelessly pilfered this one off the nets. Wish I’d known so I could have appreciated it properly.
"MISSION SAN JOSE DE AGUAYO of San Antonio, Texas, called the Queen of all Missions, has the most photographed window in the world, “THE ROSE WINDOW”. It is a “poem of perfect beauty”. The Rose Window like everything of beauty, ever awe-inspiring because of the intricate carving, is considered by connoisseurs to be the finest single original piece of Spanish-Colonial ornamentation existing in America.
Famous throughout the civilized world is the renowned ROSE WINDOW OF SAN JOSE MISSION, admired yearly by thousands of visitors from all over the United States and many foreign countries.
To this day, the delicacy of the artistic carving and the creative originality of its design have not been surpassed. When one considers the date of its conception, early in the 18th century (some say about 1775), it becomes a truly remarkable undertaking.
One of the most interesting and realistic of the legends that cling to the romantic old Mission is that pertaining to the Rose Window.
A handsome young Spaniard came to the New World to gain fortune and fame so he may make himself worthy of the beautiful Rosa, the girl who had bade him farewell and was now waiting word from him.
She lived in a little Village. As soon as he had made a suitable fortune, she was to come to “NEW SPAIN” and meet him at SAN JOSE MISSION."-
https://txssdac.org/the-rose-window-of-san-jose.html
This is the best photo I got of it.
More photos of the buildings and grounds:
After we toured the main buildings, Z and I went out a bit further and stumbled on the historic (still operational) mill. This was so cool!! I did VERY little research about this stop before going so had no idea this was a thing, but I sure am glad we got to see it. Apparently when there isn’t a pandemic, the Parks actually fire this baby up using the ORIGINAL works including the water wheel for demonstrations. Wouldn’t that be a sight?! The same waterways that feed from the nearby San Antonio River have been restored as well. As Z and I were figuring out how it all worked together a middle-aged guy was giving his family a tour and said that years ago he worked it as a docent giving the tours while he was getting his MA in History and was explaining the process, so it was like we got a free guided tour.
Eventually, I succumbed to the heat and drugs and had to call it quits. We headed back to our KOA, bug-free cabin for some R&R.
Unfortunately, we were met with bugs that bugged me and people that bugged me more. (You didn't really think we were done with bugs, right?)
Seriously, what is wrong with people these days? Does no one have any regard for anyone else anymore, or is everyone totally clueless about the use the public space?
I have absolutely ZERO clue what or where we had dinner, or even if we did. What I do know is that my bug bites were itching like crazy again and I thought that some water on them might relieve some of the itching.
It was also time to do a bit of laundry. Off to the pool we went, dropping off a load of laundry on the way. Unfortunately, a bunch of rude yahoos were in there with a gigantic speaker/amplifier/whatever blaring the most obscene, graphic rap and pop which made ANY chance of relaxing go up in smoke. A couple of the group were roaring drunk to boot and throwing F-bombs around like candy at a Christmas parade. #proudtobeaprude Did I mention there were kids in the pool? I gave up after 20 minutes or so and bailed to sit by the laundry room to get my stuff in the dryer. My heart was heavy at no pool time, my body ached from sleeping in crappy places for too long, and I needed some quiet and sleep. Back at the cabin, the evening greeters were out to welcome us home assuring me I’d have another sleepless night.
I read for a while, went back out to grab the laundry from the dryer and went to bed not sure if I’d wake up with spider bites on top of the mosquito bites. Texas: Where everything is done super-sized.