Americas Best Value Inn Harlingen
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Travel Blogs from Harlingen
... heading to
the hall with bowl and spoon in hand. Putting 2 & 2 together, we also ran
home for our bowls and spoons, the cost is “fiddycent” a scoop. This worked out
well as we had picked up a large supreme pizza at Formacio Pizzeria in Mercedes
for a grand total of $8.56 to eat while we were watching the Fontana race in
which our Chevy friend Jimmy Johnson ran out of tires on the 3rd to
last lap. Unfortunately there were ...
... the morning?
How many pills do you take?
How far is it to the beer store?
I could go on and on with questions, which are pertinent to
people who actually, have a bank account. Then there are the “Site Keys”, ****.
I go through 64-site key pictures and not one appeals to my memories. Not one
that I would remember when the going gets tough and I am ********** awake at
3:00 am, or even at 11:00 am. There is not one picture of a ...
... working well at the library anyway, so I’m glad we didn’t. Neither of us slept well the night before so it was nice to relax a little bit, catch up on some chores around the house, and prepare for the show.
Emilie came to visit in the afternoon and we hung out until we realized that more time had passed than we thought (it was 4pm when she left), so we scrambled to get the props reset and ticket boxes set up at the front gates in time. ...
... no scheduled happy hour, but one or two do
break out a week, with just sitting outside on our patio and along comes
someone on their golf cart, or with there dog, or wife, or what ever and a wave
becomes a hello and then a drink and then a sit down, and the next thing you
know all of our 7 now 6 lawn chairs are full and people are going down the road
and picking up their chairs and drinks, and like a hockey player from Nova
Scotia who jumps on ...
... lit up police car to the other bridge. So we got the full escort, with a cruiser in front, and an agent in the front seat. Once at the Amanacer crossing, we got in to the police car and taken to HQ. I had never been in a police car before, never mind the back seat. At least Molly was with us.
Our Mexican auto insurance adjuster arrived and we are told we are all set, but a minute later, we told nope. Mais uno minuto. (One more minute). Actually, it was many ...