But alas, Carole didn't want to go. She has been watching too many TV stories about violence spawned by the drug cartels in some Mexican border communities. She just knew that if we crossed the border along with thousands of other Winter Texans, she would be shot. So, we missed the party . . . and lots of Margaritas, I'm sure!

After only a couple on wrong turns (the GPS sometimes gets confused this close to Mexico), we located the park. It was definitely a "local" farmers market . . . everyone was speaking Spanish.
But the fruits and vegetables all looked very nice. Each table displayed the wares of a local backyard organic gardener. Everything was well displayed and it all looked very fresh.



But we did pick up baby lettuce, onions, celery, and a bag of grapefruit.
We enjoyed going to "Just the Farmer's Market", even though I missed the Margaritas we could have enjoyed in Progresso.
Oh yes, no one got shot at the Winter Texan Appreciation Day in Progreso, Mexico.
Maybe we can go for Margaritas next year!
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