Waiting.

This week I feel like half my life was spent waiting in line at the border.

We would not be good pioneers.

We tried to go to the point where the border meets the ocean, but we were not successful.

It was a long walk, and we didn't make it very far.  After five minutes, Jack complained that we had been walking forever.  Thomas could not make it more than a few steps before searching for rocks, and throwing dirt.  It took us about 30 minutes to walk 100 yards.  When we made it to a point where we could see Mexico, but not the Ocean, it was unanimous that we turn around and go get ice cream.

That stadium in the background is where Ben and I went for a bull fight.  It is Mexico.

The next two pictures are of the border, around the same area from both sides.

Just an interesting view.

Border from the United States side.

Border from the Mexico side.