Last Day in Mexico

We’ve been home for a week now (and it was my 45th birthday yesterday,) so I am finally ready to post the last dogsonrooftops posts.

We woke up in Guaymas and I wanted to have one last Mexican Market experience so we went into town to find the market and have breakfast. It already felt very different from cities in the center of the country – more gritty, more of a border town, even though it is about 3 hours from the border.

I bought a last cup of fruit with chili and lime. I decided the tiny stand was just a front for men to stand around drunk. There were three guys there and the one serving the fruit could barely function at 10 in the morning. I began to worry that this would be what made me deathly ill on my last day in Mexico. So I enjoyed it, but with a sense of dread – come to think of it, that is the way I enjoyed much of the street food I ate. And as always it was all perfectly fine and healthy.

Guaymas seems like a cool town, on a harbor and amongst these big mountany rocks, but we were ready to get on with our journey, so didn’t wander or explore. We drove out of town, across more desert,

with more bonding pitstops,

towards the border and the US of A.

Once we got to the border we sat in line for a long while,

with the ubiquitous Mexican commerce going on outside our window.

We got some snacks and I bought an overpriced hammock, even after haggling for the first time since I arrived in Mexico.

The Fence.

We went to the right.