Progresso Mexico
December 12, 2007
After a lazy morning walking South Padre Island beach we switched out the Roadtrek for the sports car and drove to Progresso. We walked crossed the International Bridge into Progresso Mexico for the last time this year. The streets are crowded with cars; the sidewalks are crowded with vendors and shoppers. We explored a few stores and perused a few vendors as we made our way to Al Jalisco’s, our favorite place to eat. Mexican food at its best is served here. Live music and dancers entertain the crowds. Artists stop by wanting to catch customers in character. The heavy wooden chairs fall with a loud crash is not pushed back just right; Kathy knows she listened as someone else did it and then proceeded to tip her own chair upon leaving. How embarrassing! We made our way back up the street past the vendors and shoppers. Police were blocking off the road; a few trucks past with children aboard. Women walked behind in celebration of Saint Mary. Three youngsters were sitting at the edge of the bridge; one was playing a small guitar and all three were singing. We stopped to listen and gave each a few coins.
After a lazy morning walking South Padre Island beach we switched out the Roadtrek for the sports car and drove to Progresso. We walked crossed the International Bridge into Progresso Mexico for the last time this year. The streets are crowded with cars; the sidewalks are crowded with vendors and shoppers. We explored a few stores and perused a few vendors as we made our way to Al Jalisco’s, our favorite place to eat. Mexican food at its best is served here. Live music and dancers entertain the crowds. Artists stop by wanting to catch customers in character. The heavy wooden chairs fall with a loud crash is not pushed back just right; Kathy knows she listened as someone else did it and then proceeded to tip her own chair upon leaving. How embarrassing! We made our way back up the street past the vendors and shoppers. Police were blocking off the road; a few trucks past with children aboard. Women walked behind in celebration of Saint Mary. Three youngsters were sitting at the edge of the bridge; one was playing a small guitar and all three were singing. We stopped to listen and gave each a few coins.
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