Back Across the Border

The Story Isn't Over Yet!

 



Group photo before leaving the mission

Migrant labourers working in the fields we passed

Fish tacos bought while in Ensenada this morning

2:17 PM: We're now in the van eating huge bags of deep-fried, cinnamony churros. It's all part of crossing the border: we're sitting in an enormous line-up of cars, surrounded on every side as though in an amicable traffic jam, while local vendors weave in and out of the rows selling their wares. Some man food stands, while others walk around carrying every sort of merchandise imaginable ranging from plastic ukuleles to giant portrayals of the last supper. You never know what's going to float past the window next! Even from where I'm watching from the backseat, I can hear the smile in the voices of Barry, our team leader,  and his co-pilot as they hand out sandwiches, candy, donuts and New Testaments to the peddlers.







Market area near the border

We waited 2 hours and 40 minutes in line to cross!