THE RETURN
We have a free day in Chihuahua. Other than two photos I take at a cathedral, I am done with photography. Large cities all look the same to me, so I leave my camera in my room as I head out with a duo from my group to try to locate the largest bookstore in town. They are looking for a good Spanish to English dictionary and I'm just looking forward to the walk. Of course, we only have the vaguest of directions and no specific address. After a few hours of circling the same area in the noonday sun, we decide to give up. In my room I look up the bookstore in the directory and find that it was on a side street.
The following day is the drive to Juarez and the border crossing. Last time we had to take out all of our luggage and stand in line to push a button. If the light turns green you're free to go, if the light turns red you're not. This time it's another line with only our carry-ons and no buttons. As before, it takes about an hour and then it's off to the airport. I'm let off first as I have the earliest flight. Again, I'm not seated beside any of the cute girls I see in the terminal and the person in front of me insists on reclining in their seat.
Good to know some things never change.
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