After several stir-crazed months of living in a quarantine version of the movie “Ground Hog Day,” Whiskey and I were in deep need of a getaway—new sights, sounds, tastes, and stimulation were called for, nay, demanded. And so, to San Antonio, specifically, Hotel Emma we went. Texas’ third largest city, and the U.S. sixth largest, and its finest hotel was a perfect fit for our re-entry into life post(ish)-pandemic.
As our car’s tires met the crunchy and manicured pea-gravel circle driveway, regally capped with an outdoor patio complete with seating around a homey fireplace, of the entrance to Hotel Emma, which is situated in the historic Pearl district of San Antonio, our hearts leapt with joy at the prospect of a night away at this beautifully gracious hotel, the crown jewel of the Pearl. A smooth check-in then relayed us to the stunning library, available only to hotel guests, where I was swiftly gifted with the hotel’s signature, and delicious, gin cocktail, and Whiskey in turn was handed the Emma’s special salted house margarita. Sipping these elixirs,and taking in the grandeur of the beautifully appointed two-story library, our quarantine-weary hearts were set at ease and immediately allowed for a well-needed exhale full of the hope for a return to some semblance of normalcy.
our hearts leapt with joy at the prospect of a night away at this beautifully gracious hotel, the crown jewel of the Pearl.