After the parade, we made our way to the train station to get a glimpse of the Christmas train. As we were cutting through Føtex's parking lot, we spotted this motorcycle. The guy was sweet enough and proud to tell us a little about the model and the motorcycle organization he belonged too. Let's just say, he's no HELL'S ANGELS.
Finally we made it to the spot where the Christmas train was coming in. Since I've always loved watching trains, I was really excited to see this one.
After meeting Frank and his family at the train station, we all walked back to the square.
Keld, Frank, Marcus, Annina, and Mom. I forgot her name. Ooops!
This was the cutest gremlin I had seen that day.
I was not sure whether to be appalled or in awe with these shoes. The Southern American in me finds these really tacky, but then the Mexican in me comes out and LOVES them.