Saturday, June 14, 2008
Side trip to Mexico - almost
Heading home to Arizona we had 5 people in one of the ladies Nissan truck. The youngest daughter suffers from car sickness so she ended up in the front passenger seat - the navigator spot. After filling the truck up with gas at $4.49 a gallon we were all a little sticker shocked and apparently not thinking as clearly as we normally would have. We headed down the road making all the right turns, or so we thought. We were all talking and/or reading and traveling along at a steady pace. On the freeway they have signs that tell you how many minutes it will take you to get to certain locations. We passed one that said 17 minutes to the Mexican border. I commented on how strange it was to be so close to a foreign country and how weird that seemed to me since I have never been to Mexico. It was hard for me to believe it was just down the road. Well, low and behold, about 17 minutes later guess what wasn't nearly as far down the road as it should have been? We noticed the international border signs at about the same time the navigator pointed out the LAST US EXIT rapidly approaching on our far right. With some quick and "completely safe and legal" maneuvering on our driver's part we were able to reach the exit and be saved from having to wait in a very long line just to explain that all we really wanted to do was get to Arizona and could we please just turn around. I wanted to get out and take a picture of the Mexican flag waving in front of us, but our driver felt that we had already spent enough time on our sight seeing adventure and wouldn't even stop, so this picture will have to suffice. This is pretty much what it looked like. After we got headed in the right direction and were finally on the road we really wanted to be on we began to wonder what we were thinking. We probably could have found the daughter a very willing husband there at the border and taken him home with us right then. We considered turning around and going back, but for only a second. The rest of the trip seemed highly uneventful after our exciting beginning and with only about 105 potty stops, give or take 100, we arrived back home to the blistering heat of Tempe, AZ. I would say that I am already looking forward to next year's trip, but who knows what next year will bring?
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