When the wedding was over, we all went back to the hotel. There was quite a bit of laughter with all of us crammed into one room, just hanging out:

And then it was time to leave Florida and head north – destination Topsail Island in North Carolina. Jim and I talked everybody into a hokey stop at South of the Border. For those of you who don’t know it, South of the Border is this cheesy location off I-95 on the southern side of the North Carolina/South Carolina border. I’ve driven past that place dozens and dozens of times in my life, but I’ve only ever stopped there once.

As we were getting near it, I asked my nephew, Tyler, (who was in our car) if he could tell my children what South of the Border was. He didn’t know. Jim then said, “Ask Victor, (my other nephew in the car with us) he’s driven past it lots of times.”

So I said, “Victor – do you know what South of the Border is?”

He answered, “Ummm… Canada?”

Jim and I just had to laugh.

Anyway – we stopped at South of the Border, got some ice cream, and used the nasty bathrooms. We declined the ride up to the top of the big Sombrero.

Here’s an appropriately cheesy photo of all of us in front of Pedro at the nasty public restrooms:

I love sharing cheesy locations with the children.