Buen Viaje!

1:30 P.M. Crossing the American/Mexican border leaves me stuck with nothing but a smile glued to my face, continuous thoughts in my head, and sloppy handwriting on my college ruled notebook paper. A sly desert snake crosses the two-way highway road just in time to miss the wrath of the 37” mud grapplers that was out for the serpent’s death. Yet, the snake was slyer than the rubber; it would not be taken advantage on this warm day in the Sonora desert—as its belly slithered back into its desert domain.

2:00 P.M. Finally approaching the thin border line from America to Mexico, a U.S. Police officer stood at the first checkpoint with a U.S. Border Patrol agent. As Shayne, Alysha, and I pulled up to them, the police officer kindly asked, “are you guys headed to Puerto Penasco for the weekend?” We replied, “Yes sir”. He then asked us, “Do you guys have any weapons, carrying over ten thousand dollars in cash or anything else that we should know about?” We responded, “No, we wish we had ten thousand dollars in cash” as we laughed hysterically.

2:30 P.M. We then proceeded through the small Mexican border town of Ajo. A large sign overhead while we entered Mexico displayed: “Buen Viaje”. It was now time to be fully embraced by the Mexican people, culture, language, geography, and living conditions. Immediately, the three of us stopped at Vazquez liquor market to buy some tequila and beer. Unfortunately we didn’t have limejuice—an important piece of the infamous “beer-gar-ita” was missing. But there was nothing but good vibes on this day in Mexico, all we had to do was stop off at another market and everything else would be smooth sailing from here on out.

3:05 P.M. WE got the lime juice and we are now back on the road with more close calls in the passing lane-playing chicken with an opposing vehicle coming at us faster than a hundred mile per hour fastball to the face. Wheew, that was a close call—but a very necessary pass because there is nothing more annoying then getting stuck behind a slowpoke. The cold and crisp taste from the refreshing Dos Equis Lager beer left my senses pleased. The green bottle just does something to me that had allowed me enjoy this great moment in time. No worries whatsoever, not carrying about my sloppy handwriting, nor the beer spilling on my pants because of the bumpy Mexican asphalt. Life is good, only an hour or so left and we will be chilling with a beer-gar-ita on the patio with a breathtaking oceanfront view in Cholla Bay, Mexico. This place is the best place in the world. Nothing is better than kicking back in a different country that is closer than anything else near Tucson. The ocean is what attracts me, but it is the Mexican culture that makes this place what it is. The people are so friendly, despite all of the negative media attention considering the drug wars and such. But with the right people, being smart in Mexico has never been so easy and fun.