After being on hold for over a week, the long journey south has resumed. I am now in Mexico traveling with a companion. Felix is German. His English is passable. His Spanish is almost as poor as mine. We crossed the border yesterday morning, Sunday, after an early departure from Armando’s house. Crossing the border was easy. So easy that we passed through customs without realizing it. Learning to change currency was not so easy. Navigating the mostly unnamed streets of this country is even more difficult. And conversing with the locals is impossible. Luckily, obtaining a six month visa was fairly easy .We have SO much to learn.
“A travel guide would tell us never to go to this place” Felix said. “Too dangerous!” We found ourselves in the middle of the city of Tijuana after La Policia kicked us off of the toll road. Their message was clear even if their words were not. A passerby gave us directions around the toll road- we would have to go back the way we came. We did not listen. Our “shortcut” had us climb and descend a mountain. It was the steepest climb of my life and I barely made it to the top. Houses soon turned to rubble. Emaciated dogs roamed for food. And the road turned to sand and stone. We have only been in this country for an hour and we are already “lost” in the most impoverished area you could imagine. Continue reading