I didn’t bring home any colorful skull souvenirs because I’m pretty sure my kids would be creeped out by them. I love the fun colors though.
“Are we finished?” I asked the border patrol officers after a line-free, lightning fast border crossing.
“I don’t know, we just met!” The three guards laughed uproariously, and I was home free.
This concludes my Tijuana posts!
I am so glad I went, very glad I didn’t try to do it solo with the kids, and I don’t feel a particular need to go back at this time!
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