Home Sweet Home

Or, The Revenge of "Please Open Your Bag, Señora"

This morning, after our long and (thankfully) uneventful overnight trip, we awoke in Nogales in the state of Sonora, just across the border from Arizona. We got the next available bus from the station to Tucson, and we headed to the frontera. The bus was actually just carrying the two of us--in fact, throughout the ride from Chihuahua we had no more than six passengers on our bus at any time. It was like we had bought some sort of personal shuttle service.

Anyway, we got to the border just in time for a change of the guard in our service lane. The border patrol guy who checked us and our bus was, for lack of a better word, an asshole. We might have called him something like pinche cabrón if we were still in Mexico, but I think the English covers it just as well. The guy acted like he was in a movie, accusing me of playing games with him (after he found out I was an attorney), and just generally being a jerk about the whole thing. Ironically, the sign behind him lauded the policy of cordial behavior by the border patrol. Cordial. Yeah, right.

Anyway, we tried not to dwell on the malvenidos that greeted our return to our own country (OK, I'm dwelling a bit, but we were really annoyed). The bus got us up to Tucson in another hour or so and there we were warmly greeted (finally!) by Emily's parents and taken home.

So, our wild adventures through Mexico have finally come to an end. We had an amazing journey, but we are both glad to be home, and we are looking forward to the adventures ahead.

Oh, and to our faithful readers: don't stop checking the blog yet! We have some closing information coming, including stats, a best/worst list, and maybe a few other things. Keep an eye out.