One Last Border Crossing
Our journey through Mexico was a long, hot race across the desert. While we wished we could have spent more time soaking up the warm Mexican sun and dining on the cuisine that had come to remind us of home over the years (a concept that has long ceased to be defined by place), we had made a commitment to be back in the US for Overland Expo, the yearly convergence of world travelers like us who live for the open road.
Mexico felt like one long, dusty freeway after passing through so many smaller countries which required border crossing after border crossing – endless lines, uncertainties, beaurocracies, and paperwork. “Do we have to cross another border today?” Eva would ask. “I don’t like borders, mama.” Neither do I...Read More