Live from San Antonio

I guess this will be a monolingual posting because my laptop doesn't do Spanish characters, apparently, and if I can't spell it right I won't post it.

I like San Antonio. The Riverwalk is very cool. Last night I took a river taxi with some friends, which I really enjoyed, and we went out to dinner. I liked the backwater end. Lots of neat creeping plants, partial mosaics, and that sort of thing. The active end of it was pretty neat, too, but for completely different reasons. I could live here and like it very much.

The hotel staff has been great. They were very supportive during the conference and made things so easy for me. Our liaison was very efficient. She not only reacted well to our needs, she though preemptively. Response from the membership was overhelmingly positive, and the food was outstanding. Anybody out there looking for a hosting hotel in San Antonio? I strongly recommend the Crowne Plaza Riverwalk Hotel.

I love being in a town where Spanish is spoken alongside English. I can visit in Spanish with someone anyplace I go. I can conduct business transactions in Spanish here. When I lived in Idaho, speaking Spanish in public was frowned upon, while here it is celebrated. I'm for celebrating.

Viva la lengua de los dioses.

Some spring break

So the U had Spring Break last week. Not that it matters to staff like me, who have to come to work anyway even though all if the students we normally serve are off in Key West or Aruba or some such good place. But I digress. Turns out that the spousal unit wound up in the hospital for five days. Resulta que le pegó una infección durante su cirugía más reciente, en enero. So the doctor opened the surgery site back up and cleaned out the infection, but had to culture it to see what the bug was. Llevó tres días el análisis. Aunque recibimos buenas noticias en que no era la variedad que resiste los antibióticos, era Staphylococcus aureus. And staph ain't pretty no matter what. Así que se quedó dos días más en el hospital y le mandaron a casa el martes como a las 20 horas. Los chicos andaban medio muertos de hambre because we were told the discharge would happen around 4 in the afternoon and we hadn't planned on still being out past a mealtime. Then when we got home everybody was T-I-R-E-D!!! Even though we're all home now, we have to deal with IV antibiotics three times a day. Yep. There's a long-term line installed. Le dicen PICC line, que quiere decir "peripherally insterted cardiac catheter." Le entra en el brazo y pasa por sus venas para descargar los antibióticos cerca su corazón. Lovely. And looking at the site where it enters the skin gives us both the heebie jeebies. But we've made it thus far. It's been a tough six months, though.