This past weekend, we took Shugie on his first good car trip since he’s about a month old now. We decided we would just head north and turn around whenever it seemed like it might be time to head back toward home. He did great! Well, like most babies of course, the car puts him to sleep – but just like his big brother, he seems to just be able to relax and enjoy looking around (plus he has Shug back there to talk to him too).
We decided to turn around when we got to Collinsville, Alabama:
It seemed like almost half the shops downtown are geared toward, or owned by, the Hispanic community. There is even one shop called “La Princesa” with pretty dresses in the windows.
Just like always, we brought our old WPA book with us to see if there was anything really interesting in the towns we visited, and for Collinsville – well, this is pretty appropriate for Thanksgiving:
Here for more than a decade Collinsville’s annual “Turkey Trot” has been celebrated on the day before Thanksgiving. The people of town and countryside assemble in the business section for the biggest trade day of the year.
…choice turkeys and guineas are carried to the roof of the tallest building and set one by one on a gangplank run out from the roof over the heads of the crowd. The fowls must walk the plank and be shooed off by the master of ceremonies. As each one pauses on the end of the plank to make his selection of a place to alight, there is a mad scramble among the crowd, the spectators attempting to calculate the fowl’s probable landing. Each bird is the prize of the person who captures it.
This is an old theater downtown:
I would love to see what it looks like on the inside…
Back on the main road we found this very-decorated house:
Besides all the other decorations, they had this guard-frog out front:
Across from that home was this truck for El Taco Unico. Usually when we’re in a city we’re not too familiar with and we just need something quick, we’ll go to a barbecue place. But after driving through downtown Collinsville we figured that Mexican food was what a good portion of the locals was eating. This is what was on the menu:
azada – beef, alpastor – spay pork (what is spay pork?), lengua – beef tongue, cabeza – beef cheek, pollo – chiken (I know, chicken)
tortas, burritos, quezadillas, sopitos, agua de orchata, jarritos, jugos, soda de bote, mulitas, pollos azados, and carne azada
So Av ordered a burrito with just rice and beef, and I ordered a beef quesadilla. So pretty:
It was so good. So-so-so good! And I didn’t expect it at all to come so nice and with so many fresh vegetables. Delicious.
On our way home, we passed by a house with all kinds of inflatable Christmas decorations.
Now there used to be this fantastic house out on the road between Cullman and Arab where a man decorated with just zillions of Christmas lights because…I hope I’m remembering the story right…his daughter was blind and he wanted people to realize what a gift sight is. It was the kind of set up where you pull into the driveway and go all the way through to the other side of the house to leave. There was a mailbox for donations so the man could pay his power bill.
This other house is the same idea, with pulling in their driveway to go through and see everything. I have never-ever seen so many inflatable decorations in one place, ever: