We visit the Mermaid Faire...and get conned by Time Share Goons.

We finish our voyage to Mermaid country, and come home to hail the size of baseballs. (Yikes!)

we explore the submarine wonders of San Macros via a glass bottomed boat.

We see many mermaids, big, little, and medium sized.

We await the mermaid parade, and hear Samba music in the distance.

Okay, when I left off, I had just finished talking about Aquarena Springs, the water-themed resort and amusement park in San Marcos,...

I finally get around to explaining what mermaids are doing in the landlocked (but not dry) town of San Marcos, Texas.

I think about Fire, Festivals, and ...A Swimming Pig.

In which I consider San Marcos, and the incident of the Trump Train.

And we’re off to landlocked San Marcos in search of...mermaids?

We finish up our trip, and I decided, By Golly, we could move back to New Mexico...someday.

We have an excellent lunch at Santa Fe’s Plaza Cafe, and a poor excuse for a breakfast somewhere else.

We travel to Museum Hill, learn that we’re not nearly classy enough for the Museum Hill Cafe, but meet the wonderful Alebrijes.

I think a bit about why the politics of Country and Western Music worry me.

We finally get to hear James McMurtry in Santa Fe.

On why we went 700 miles to see James McMurtry, who lives forty minutes away from us.

I introduce us all to James McMurtry, he of Choctaw Bingo fame.

We head to the Guadalupe Inn, and consider the exotic-ification of Santa Fe.

We go in search of the best Italian food West of the Pecos and East of the Rio Grande.

D-Day: Let Us Remember Hello, everyone. So, today, I was originally going to continue my current New Mexico series. But then I remembered...