Yeah, so we waited until noon to head out today, by which time it was 90+ degrees, which is
way too hot for a walking tour of historic homes, so we drove by them in the BFT with the AC blasting, tried not to think about our carbon footprint, and then went to a bakery.
Castroville, known as the Little Alsace of Texas, is neatly bisected by US Highway 90. We checked out the south side today.
First stop, Castroville Regional Park, for a hike up Cross Hill, so named for, well, you’ll see.
Something took a hell of a bite out of that cross.
The view from Cross Hill (Per castroville.com: It is an old European custom for a village to proclaim its faith by erecting a cross in a prominent place, and the Alsatians brought the tradition with them when they came to the Medina Valley. Since then it has been called Cross Hill and was used by the Catholics in earlier times for pilgrimages and prayer petitions, such as Rogation Days. Today you can walk a path up to Cross Hill to enjoy a beautiful panoramic view of Castroville.)
I don’t know who else would be up here, other than perhaps a grammar queen who really wished she’d had some white paint stashed in her pocket.
I do believe we are here at the peak of poppy season!
Look. I tried three times for a poppy selfie. First shot: frowning Second shot: crooked Third shot: cleavage overload You’re welcome.
We stopped by the famous Steinbach Haus, built in France in the 17th century, shipped to Castroville and rebuilt in the early part of this century. It now serves as the town’s welcome center.
Final stop of the day: Haby’s Alsatian Bakery. It’s kind of a big deal in these parts. That brown sphere on the right is a chocolate filled chocolate cupcake dipped in chocolate. The clerk made us buy it. I love how people in small towns look out for each other, don’t you?
Tomorrow we’ll make up for both the auto emissions and the calorie count by starting earlier and
biking the 4 miles into town to investigate the north side.