See the almost Escher-esque maze of wooden decks and bars, squares of sky, glimpses of bay. The days cruise by in a flurry of parasailing, electric cars and miniature golf. Rent a wave runner, bounce out into the bay and cut the motor. If you're lucky, you might glimpse a few gleaming dolphins. At night, there are cramped nightclubs, smoky pool joints, kegs set up outside in the fresh, salty air.
Wooden docks stretch into darkened waters under a star-blasted sky.
On the waterside, turntables send beats pulsing into the summer night. When I Come Around, Brown-Eyed Girl, Just Like Heaven. The kids toss back margaritas and stumble to the dance floor. The main drag is thick with rap and hollering and arms reaching, waving. On the thickest days it takes hours for traffic to crawl over the two-mile causeway to the Port Isabel lighthouse, the first sign of the mainland.