
We drove home from my sister's house in Charleston today. No trip driving on Interstate 95 (North or South) is truly complete without a stop at
South of the Border. For 300+ miles, Pedro begs you to stop via giant colorful billboards (
You Never Sausage a Place! You're Always a Wiener at Pedro's!). We needed to refuel the car and refuel Brady anyway, so we visited this classic tourist trap and took a bunch of pictures. Here's a few:

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My family used to drive to Orlando as many as four times a year and we'd stop at South of the Border. I cracked up when you quoted the funny signs, not to mention the adorable photos and videos of Brady smiling, giggling, and cooing. OH! :D
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