My husband's best friend from Italy came to visit us for a couple of weeks. He wanted to see all the attractions in San Antonio, and the subject of Six Flags Fiesta Texas came up. He told me he'd love to go on the rollercoasters. Hot dog! Even though I grew up here, I'd never been to Fiesta Texas, and I haven't been able to find anybody who likes rollercoasters to go with me. My husband doesn't like them, but he volunteered to go along and watch our bags and read a book. The only way I could persuade him to come with us was with the promise of visiting the waterpark, too.

It wasn't until Andrea and I were standing in line in the HOT sunshine for the first ride of the day that he informed me that he had never actually been on a rollercoaster before. So the first ride of his life was on Goliath. He shrieked all the way. 

Andrea didn't expect to be terrified by Goliath; suffice to say that he only went on one other rollercoaster that day. It was all I could do to talk him and my husband into going on the Whitewater rafting ride. And it was only because by then the temperature was 105 degrees, and it was obvious we might get a refreshing shower of chlorine-laced water.

So out of the three of us, I'm pretty sure I had the most fun. I think possibly it shows in this photo.

I didn't get to ride the Rattler, disappointingly, because I didn't want to go on it by myself. Besides, we were running out of time. Maybe someday I'll find an experienced 'coaster lover to go with me. Any volunteers?