Photos by Drew
I’ve done at least one post on this magical (horrible) place before but I don’t think we’ve ever managed to do South of the Border justice. The first time I ever went there was three years ago when we were on our way home from Drew’s parents’ house in North Carolina; I was sleeping in the car and all of a sudden we were in a technicolor tourist trap wonderland, with giant sombreros and fiberglass animals looming overhead. We’ve gone a lot of times since and it never fails to impress. One time Drew took a bunch of footage of Rufus wearing a little South of the Border mini sombrero, but Rufus gets extra nervous every time we go to the place and hasn’t wanted to be photographed there since. I don’t blame him.
We went there on Friday when we were on our way to North Carolina and decided to take photos there since it was going to be the last sunny day for a while. We were tired and hungry, and when we first got there South of the Border seemed more depressing than wonderful (can you tell by my fake smiles?), but eventually the place won me over. Our road trip tiredness wasn’t anything that a gas station Frappucino couldn’t cure. Eh . . .
South of the Border definitely wasn’t the highlight of our weekend, though. It was too rainy to get outside photos, but we had a great time seeing Drew’s parents and his aunt, and cousin and her adorable little girl. We spent lots of time relaxing, and then drove into the pretty little town of Southport to see Drew’s grandma. She is from New Zealand and still has the accent and the wonderful phrases, and we always end up wanting to steal all her sayings. Then we went out for dinner (I had crabcakes, which in a coastal town are pretty much heaven) and drove around a bit and looked at the boats and 19th century beach bungalows.