If you’ve driven down 95, you’ve seen the signs on your way to Florida.
South of the Border.
It’s all about the build up. Sign after sign. As a kid, you are curious. Then determined to make the stop and find out.
It’s amazing for the exact opposite reason from why it was meant to be amazing. It’s creepy and dated and weird and magical. And somehow not ironic in a sad, sad way.
And it brings up so many questions. Who thought this was a good idea? Who did this semi-sincerely? Why was it okay to make this obscure place a reference to a stereotype of Mexico? Were there other places like this long ago? What happened to them? Why is this still here? Mom, can I buy some fireworks?
(Source: bettybourgeoisie)