I went down to the crossroads, take my rider by my side

The border crossing that we had prepared for so carefully was completely uneventful. Mexican immigration only allows each person a specific count of books, sports equipment, computer equipment etc. We had parcelled this all out and the night before prepared a written list. Driving across the border from Nogales, USA to Nogales, Mexico, they did not even glance at us.

Tonight, after having left Tuesday from my sister's home in San Carlos, California, we arrive in San Carlos, Mexico. An up and coming Cabo San Lucas, perhaps 20 years from now.

Lobster dinner by the seaside.

The odometer scrolled past 999 back to 0 today.