Sail South Texas

Just as we entered the festival grounds we were greeted by these stately ships. Clark said to me, "Let me guess? You want a picture of me and the boys in front of all of these ships".  In which I replied, "Not this time my love.  Not this time."

The ships were beautiful.  Massive.  Each originating from a different country and each carrying sailors clad in full regalia.  This ship was my favorite. She is from Mexico and was by far the most impressive with all of her flags, masts and sails.  When the sun set she was draped in thousands of white lights. For a moment I contemplated changing my name to Jack a Roe and jumping on board.  Not because I was in love with a sailor but because I was in love with her.