The last save date for this post was 18th September 2018. It is an historical recollection at the time it was written. For more about looking backwards, read the introduction.
Enjoy what was...
Dear Adventurous Reader,
Even now when I look at maps of Mexico the panic rises within me - and I am miles-upon-miles away from there. The roads. The visa checks. Driving the car through the small streets, unsure of where we are heading. The speed bumps, shaking the car. The time to trunk popped open and spilled our gear onto the road.
But the place where we stayed was awesome. Hammocks over the pool. A wonder view of a mountain often used for rock climbers. The dirt and rocks that showed the dryness of the land.
A few more weeks of time and I would have taken a long stride into the country side. Maybe.
"No hablo espanio" I say in my awful Spanish. A friend told me, "If you say it like that, they will know you don't speak Mexican." I wasn't sure if it was an insult, or a compliment.
Escape. Get Out of There...
After the panic attack I felt as if I couldn't accept the job offer with the travel company. Unsure if it was result of my worry, or the cause of it, I didn't want to head further into a country with no experience, and no certainty of work to come.
We stayed the three nights at the camp ground, and returned to the US once again. A trip into Mexico on one tank of gasoline, one panic attack and one long border crossing.
Entry into the United State was super easy this time. No hard-line interview about entering the country, no lengthy discussions with border guards. Just four hours in the car, baking in the hot sun, sitting in a long line of cars, waiting to find out way into Laredo.