Today we crossed the Mexican border into the border town, Palomas. We walked in feeling very uncomfortable. The streets were dirty, saw few Americans, and our hearts poured out for the beggars. We headed for The Pink House, a place recommended to us at the Dream Catcher RV Park. It was a large retail shop and restaurant. The food was delicious, the atmosphere enchanting, and the Mexican music added to the ambience. I purchased a hat pin and Willard bought a "singing" hat from a vendor on the sidewalk. We were glad we came, but decided we don't like to visit border towns. We know people that buy their medication, be fitted for glasses, and have dental work done in Mexico. And they love to shop there, too. I was amazed at the large number of Mexicans waiting in line to get permits to enter the USA legally. I just don't understand why some must sneek across. Do they have something to hide?
Willard golfed this afternoon while Jean read and caught up on correspondance and bills. We will head for Texas tomorrow. Hope the wind is behind us.
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