This past weekend, when we went back for Easter, we finally made the trips to two of the missions: Mission San Jose and Mission Concepcion. I didn't realize just how antiquated and bare-bones these ruins were. They were beautiful and brought to mind what an abandoned European castle might look like. A said to my husband, "Thank you for bringing us here, Daddy!"
At Mission San Jose, we ran through the ruins, visited the open and echoing granary, walked through the dwellings--which were rooms inside the surrounding wall, and...played in the crushed rock. (It can't be helped. When J was three, we visited the Toompea Castle in Estonia. His favorite part? Throwing rocks against the castle walls.)
As we traveled back from San Antonio, I tried to squeeze whatever educational experience I could out of that. J and I read through the missions brochure, and we gave him the assignment to write a report on what he did and what he learned. Turns out if you direct an assignment from the front seat, it ends up something like this:
I went to the missions and learned a lot of stuff. First I went to San Jose, second Concepcion. I went with my mom, dad, sisters, and my Grandma.
Yeah, we'll have to work on that tomorrow. After his brief report follows a picture detailing his trip--which is more elaborate than what he'd written. If he could draw his way through school, I think he'd be a very happy boy.