People remember the Alamo. Mission Concepcion, not so much.

I hadn’t visited any of the San Antonio missions — formally San Antonio Missions National Historical Park, est. 1978 — in about 20 years, when I took Yuriko to see them. During our spring break, it was time to take my children.

Lilly seemed positively excited about Mission San Jose. Well, maybe. We also made it to Mission San Juan, which was an interesting enough structure, but not as interesting as the crucifix in the cactus patch.

On the other side of the cross, we noticed straps for arms and a place to rest one’s feet built into it. We figured that in a few days — we were visiting not long before Good Friday — someone would be on the cross.