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| Our resort in Brownsville, Texas |
74 degrees/clear skies/calm winds
Brownsville, Texas
We FINALLY landed in southern Texas this morning around 1 AM. Poor Yooper Brother Mark and Sheri; the folks stayed up late to meet Sargie and me at the Harlingen, Texas, airport. It was almost 3 AM before we turned in.
Our resort is a throwback to the late 50's/early 60's. Though somewhat dated, it's very clean and the pool area and yard are very modern. We like it!
The four of us started the day in the hot tub. We laughed, talked, and laughed some more.
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| Whose foot does this belong to? After sorting out feet and legs, we discovered it was attached to Mark. |
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| Papaya fruit in the court yard |
What do four silly grandparents do with a VERY sour lemon? Why, they have a contest to see who can keep a straight face after taking a big bite from a slice.
Mark won the making the ugliest face contest.
This afternoon was spent at a HUGE weekend flea market. We found that if we looked hard enough, anything was possible, including Packer paraphernalia and ice fishing gear.
I purchased this Packers circle, hand painted on a piece of mesquite wood for $3.
We also found that we were probably the only Anglo English speaking people in Brownsville this afternoon. It made no difference. Everyone was very friendly and we managed to communicate using hand signals and facial expressions. I also managed to use my extensive Spanish vocabulary of fifteen to twenty words throughout the afternoon.
We stopped at Walmart and found more shelves that were emptied by frenzied shoppers. The media has done a great job of spreading panic, even in the most southern tip of Texas.
Supper tonight was enjoyed at Bion's Bar and Grill. Talk about great eating. We enjoyed beef/chicken/sausage fajitas along with all the fixings.
A quick tour of downtown Brownsville was taken before returning home. The border wall, built to keep out illegal immigrants, is only two blocks from where we are staying.
The legal border crossing is just another block up the road.
We enjoyed another hour long hot tub session this evening. I had a long shower after and am about ready to head to bed.
Tomorrow? Who knows? Who cares? I've heard rumors we may drive over to South Padre Island and play in the surf. Another rumor has circulated that we might visit the local zoo. Whatever we do, there's one thing that is as certain as paying taxes.
A man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road by way of Brownsville, Texas... y'all!
Mark won the making the ugliest face contest.
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I doubt the merchant who spoke not one word of English had any idea that he was selling portable ice fishing shacks and ice augers. |
We also found that we were probably the only Anglo English speaking people in Brownsville this afternoon. It made no difference. Everyone was very friendly and we managed to communicate using hand signals and facial expressions. I also managed to use my extensive Spanish vocabulary of fifteen to twenty words throughout the afternoon.
We stopped at Walmart and found more shelves that were emptied by frenzied shoppers. The media has done a great job of spreading panic, even in the most southern tip of Texas.
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| I thought Mark would be a real cutie pie wearing those shorts, but in the end, he put them back on the rack. |
A quick tour of downtown Brownsville was taken before returning home. The border wall, built to keep out illegal immigrants, is only two blocks from where we are staying.
The legal border crossing is just another block up the road.
We enjoyed another hour long hot tub session this evening. I had a long shower after and am about ready to head to bed.
Tomorrow? Who knows? Who cares? I've heard rumors we may drive over to South Padre Island and play in the surf. Another rumor has circulated that we might visit the local zoo. Whatever we do, there's one thing that is as certain as paying taxes.
A man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road by way of Brownsville, Texas... y'all!
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| Every man's dream come true Surrounded by beautiful women |
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