How we ended up going to Marfa because we got out-shuffled in the Great Grandparent Xmas Sweepstakes.

We begin our adventures in the town of Marfa, Texas, home of great empty spaces, and minimalist art

We make our thrilling escape from the Boiler Room...a.k.a, the Timeshare Hard Sell Bunker.

Now, personally, I hate timeshares. I detest them.

In which we find ourselves in time-share hard sell hell...and plan our escape.

We discover more about The Big And Famous Hotel Company’s Time Share scam. Dang ‘em.

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.