Another Sunday . . .

Well, another week is over, or is it just beginning? Graham came down on Friday to go to the orthodontist across the line--that is the international border between Nogales, Arizona and Nogales, Sonora. There is really something screwy going on with the crossing. As we were entering Mexico a crew was removing one of the 2 turnstiles that provide access to Mexico. When we came back the turnstile was gone, replaced by heavy steel bars. So, one turnstile to enter the country. Then the line to return to the USA wound around the block twice. We waited in line two and a half hours. Of course the pedestrian crossing was still closed due to the collapsed sewer tunnels accounting for some of the additional traffic; but the main, downtown crossing was being operated manually. That means that instead of scanning our passports or identity cards through their high tech, super-duper smuggler proof machines, two customs agents were looking into our eyes trying to determine if we were reliable or not, and also whether we were actually USA citizens with valid id's. As Graham said, a drug runner's paradise (except for that long line) Oh well. I did finally finally find a shoe repair. They will mend the strap on a purse, restitch a pair of clogs and add straps to a pair of sloppy shoes all for the huge amount of 50 pesos. Oh my. Not quite $5.00. And next door was an all you can eat Chinese food buffet for 30 pesos. I say go for the shoe repair. Bien, Hasta luego.