When I was a junior or senior in college, my girlfriend and I took a brief trip to Mexico over Spring Break. We purchased some cheap wine in Mexico before returning to the U.S. through the Juarez/El Paso border crossing. Just north of El Paso we crossed into New Mexico and stopped in the little town of Vado, at a Fina station, for gas and a chance to use a clean American bathroom. As I was waiting for Kathy to finish up in the restroom, I sat in my VW bug, listening to the rock and roll station out of El Paso, and had a few swigs of bad wine from the bottle. Iron Butterfly came on the radio with their classic (and only) Top 40 hit. Presently, Kathy appeared from the bathroom and we went on down the road towards home.
It was months later I realized what a momentous occasion that was. Pardon me for pointing out the obvious, but I was at the Vado Fina, drinking vino fino, listening to Ina Gadda da Vida. How wonderful is that?