When I was little, crossing the North Carolina/South Carolina border was a magical thing. Billboards for South of the Border tempted you the entire way, showcasing the magic that awaited if you exited off of I 95. My parents, knowing just what awaited keeping driving. As an adult in charge of the car it seemed far past time to finally pull over. What awaited was a little strange, a little dated and kind of racist.
Pedro, the animated spokesperson for South of the Border was everywhere.
And by that I mean absolutely everywhere. 
There’s even a giant sombrero. Because every tourist trap needs a giant sombrero.
Something about South of the Border makes me feel horribly uncomfortable. It’s also a bit of a living time capsule. Have you ever visited?