Okay, ick. We didn't cross over into Mexico, downtown Brownsville was third world enough for this kid. Blocks of flea market grade crap and ugliness. I had to pee and none of the shop people will let you use their restroom (can't say I blame them, considering the clientele), so we headed to the worst most ghetto HEB I have ever seen. The only thing I can compare it to is the "grocery store" in downtown Negril, Jamaica. Filthy, run down, falling apart. And the restroom was a war zone that clearly hadn't been cleaned in months.
The only way I knew I was still in the US was because the toilets flushed.
We did have a terrific lunch at a Mexican place where nobody speaks English. Costillas, fajita, sausage, bisteck tacos, and charro beans, served with that bean soup we love. TIP: real Mexican restaurants give you a little cup of bean soup with cut up hotdogs in it as a side to every entree. If you don't get that soup, you're not at a real Mexican restaurant. And PS, the tortillas were obviously homemade and worth every gram of carbs.
I have been advised that Progreso is where the action is, but only if you drive a $200k motorhome and enjoy haggling over cheap jewelry with someone who lives in abject poverty to save $2. I don't enjoy that and won't do it, so we'll probably skip that.
And my rant:
You'd think people who come from some #### hole and want a better life would leave their filthy ways behind and live like an American, but they don't. They bring their habits and way of life over here and turn American cities like Brownsville into the #### hole they left. On some level I have sympathy and compassion for them, but I have no interest in turning the US into Little Mexico or Little Guatemala.
Anyway, here's what I'm talking about: