I've already been to Corpus Christi, so there!!! Spent the holidays around 90/91 at Christmas time there. In a beach apartment. The weather was weird. Warm, humid and totally hazy/foggy, the sun never really came out, not very Christmassy at all but - last I heard - Corpus Christi's days as an alpine resort are long gone (last ice age or so?).
Best incident while we were there: It's Saturday night and we wanted to go out eat something. Couldn't find downtown. So we ask a guy who's walking alongside the road and his answer is ingrained in my memory: "I don't think there is a downtown here."
Martina was pregnant with Teresa back then, but didn't know it yet. But she complained that the suspension of our rental Mustang 5.0 was "too darn hard" and felt nauseous at times. And I was wondering: "That girl never had issues with suspension or nausea before?!" Happy days.
Teresa has a penchant for fast cars and speed in general to this day - that Mustang sure left its mark!
So I spent Christmas once in the Body of Christ. How many of you guys can compete?
Afterthought: Corpus Christi now has the Holy Spirit with Blackmore Road (Blackmore is ubiquitous after all) down pat - all they still need is something named after God Father for the Holy Trinity to be complete. And someone in the urban planning department knows Deep Purple, always a good thing. But my work is still not done.