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| These Baptists are Very Friendly. |
The First Baptists of Corpus Christi said they were glad to see us, and we believed them. Texans in general are friendly, and Sunday Baptists are no less so. The service relied heavily on the church orchestra, which was excellent and its choir, which was also excellent. We knew most of the hymns because they were mostly Christmas carols: Joy to the World, O' Come all ye Faithful, Angels we have Heard on High. The church, a large one with an attached school, is currently searching for a new pastor. The interim, Joe Laughlin, is from the Dallas area. He gave an interesting messaging on the thought of writing your own Christmas story as it leads up to the birth of Christ. It was well done, and I loved the "Amens and Praise Jesus's" that rang from the audience to punctuate his points. Once back at the trailer, we enjoyed our traditional Sunday after church breakfast of fried potatoes and eggs. We even added salsa to give things a Texan flavor. The weather was much warmer today (47 tops), so we bundled up and walked the waterfront (12,666 steps). The original architect of the Corpus Christi waterfront, I think, was the same one (Or their company) who designed Manito Park in Spokane and the Emerald Necklace in Cleveland. I do know that those designers were popular all over America during their heyday. Regardless, the white sea wall forms a long soft arc in front of downtown Corpus Christi and serves to frame the bay and extends the view, much like an Infiniti pool. Punctuated by an occasional pure white cupola, the wall also serves as a stairway to the water and a pleasant beachfront for the locals. We talked with a guy who was fishing from one of the piers with a bow and arrow. He said the whole bay was no deeper than eight feet except for the channel dredged for the large ships. It must be very pleasant when the wether is nice to swim and frolic in the warm bay water (Judy spent most of the morning splashing like a school girl). I don't think so!! The highlight of our jaunt was the docks (I love looking at boats). We came across a fishing trawler just in from a morning of shrimpin'. We bought a pound of jumbo shrimp for $9.00. After our walk, we were famished, so we searched for another of the good taquerias. Once again, we enjoyed another tasty taco, although yesterday's tortilla was better. For dinner, we enjoyed one of our favorite dishes: Seafood Pasta. Once again, fresh makes all the difference. The fun really happened when we were cleaning the shrimp. They came alive with their heads, legs and all, so when I went to reach for one, it flipped violently. I jumped back, which made Judy jump. She was so scared she wouldn't touch them. I was so scared, I wouldn't touch them. The fishermen could be heard laughing all the way from the dock. We decided a quick blanching was the only answer. Warning! The following contains graphic material. Cover the kids' eyes. We boiled some salt water, and I courageously slid the whole bunch into the pan. Their eyes bulged as they curled into submission. Ever the heartless carnivores, we snatched them from the water, and snipped their heads off, peeled their skins, and slit their backs for cleaning. Hardly sounds appetizing, but I assure you, they were delicious. Only Pecan Pie (Or fluffy Lemon Meringue in my case) for dessert could make us happier. Tomorrow is supposed to be even warmer, so we're still hoping to shave the rust off of our bicycles. On a tournament note, the wily cager leads 5-3 in the Corpus Christi Open with not too many days left to play. She has had an incredible run of good luck (My poor pegs are mud stuck). Not to worry, Life is good, especially today.
The wonderful motion of this sculpt matches the shoreline and lends ambience.
After all, who doesn't yearn for the siren's call.
The curve of the bay toward town.
The curve of the bay toward the outer islands.
The Bunny ready to strip down for a dip (I can hear the Siren's calling).
Safely back at least, if not chained to the mast like Odysseus.
He said, "Just an hour ago I was sitting warm in church, but I wished I was fishing."
These cupolas dot the shoreline. Each has a bronze plaque commemorating something: One talked of the largest ranch owner in Texas; another talked of Zachary Taylor campaign to strip Texas from Mexico.
The stairs double as access to the beach and sea wall for the city.
These guys were feasting on " fish stuff" from the shrimp net.
One pound: $9.00 Still alive is as fresh as it gets.
On the bay before dawn; back before noon.
Our second taste of Corpus Christi mexican food. Still, we were the only folks like us in the place.
Carne asada soft taco with corn tortilla. Yummmmm!
Don't touch these guys. They'll flip out!
Seafood pasta. Life is good.
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