OK, you've been through here, yes?  Have you stopped??  We hadn't...

If you've ever driven Interstate 95 between Virginia and Georgia (or old US 301, for that matter) you know the routine.  For those of you who haven't been this way, think of it as the Wall Drug of the East, sort of...  You know, you start seeing the billboards and you're not even within a hundred miles of the place.  By the time you're getting kind of close, the signs are about every ten feet--and they all say something along the lines of "Pedro says the weather  chile today, hot tamale"... 

We've been driving past for years but we never stopped.  Rich says he remembers driving by as a kid on the way to or from Florida (he swears there used to be even more signs...) but Mom and Dad never wanted stop.  So here we were on the way to the South Florida Folk Festival...after all these years it was time!

Well, after checking out a few of the "souvenir" shops  and such, we decided there really wasn't very much of anything calling to us at South of the Border (ok, ok, we did almost buy that little sombrero for Mr. P... too many pesos, Pedro...).  It was more than a bit dissapointing--the cement lawn ornament store didn't even do it for us, and the miniature golf course was closed!  And you got the feeling that the folks running the place weren't really on to themselves--which we suppose is either very bad or very good, depending on your interpretation of the term "kitchy".  Seeing as how the place has been there this long, what do we know?

Oh, we like Wall Drug though...you can't beat a 5 cent cup of coffee and free ice water...