Megan and her family were visiting Dana and Jake across the border, so for New Years, we decided to surprise them and join them!
It was a short two days, but we had a really fun time.
We swam, raced go carts, lit off fireworks, played games, ate good street tacos (where a man was arrested four feet from Navy), and celebrated the New Year.
We got out of town a bit early to avoid the back up at the border.
Never….will I EVER do this line again! It was over five hours to get out!
About two hours in, when Micah realized he was going to wet his pants, and we didn’t have any sort of container or bottle to use in the car…he decided to run down a little stairway to go to the bathroom in a disgusting ravine. Not 15 seconds after running down, one of the salesmen trying to hawk glittered Jesus statues ran after him…and moments later, a “policeman” ran down too. I honked to alert Micah, but about three minutes later, Micah came up with handcuffs on, with his belt and top button undone. I yelled out at the policeman that he had a family in the car, and to leave him alone, and the policeman yelled back, “No pee pee on the sidewalk” and walked on with Micah in cuffs. The poor kids were all stunned. Pippi started crying, Dash was silent, Navy was in shock, and Scout just stared out helpless. I turned back and said, “Everyone…say a prayer.” Those four children folded their arms and bowed their heads quicker than I have ever seen them! It was a pretty sweet site from my rear view mirror.
Meanwhile, another salesman (they are literally ALL IN THESE CON JOBS TOGETHER!) came and told me what I needed to do to get him out. He was telling me that there would be a $300 all cash fee. I told him he was out of luck, and I would be surprised if I could scrounge up five dollars. He was pretty nice, and wanted me to park my car and leave the kids to go and get Micah. I told him he was dreaming…and that I would take my kids wherever I went. He agreed, and had me park, and we all walked into Tijuana as a family holding hands. He walked us about 1/4 mile away to a Police truck with a shell on the back. They took me around to the back door, and when they opened the first door I saw Micah behind another chained-link door. I asked him if he had any sort of plan, and he told me to take the lead, but to make sure to get his phone they took, back for him. So I asked for any cash he had. He said he had $68, but I told the guy we had $40. He walked me over to the “boss”. Inside basically a storage unit, the boss sat behind a single desk. He said he needed the money, and I gave him the $40. He then started arguing with my Mexican friend who had walked us there, and said he had heard $68. He wanted it ALL! I was holding the wallet with the full amount and didn’t want to get found out, so I quickly wrote on my phone and showed it to my buddy, that I was trying to tip him some cash for helping me out. My buddy talked to the boss in Spanish, and “defended me” (more like told him that they would ultimately get it all). He agreed to the $40, but I told him I wanted the phone first. He held out the phone, so I grabbed the phone and dropped the cash at the same time.
We finally went back to the truck, and they let Micah out after over an hour of being detained. He checked out his phone, and it all looked good. We finally walked back to our parked car, I tipped my buddy (who told me all about living in the U.S., but getting kicked out multiple times for crimes he had committed), and he got us back into the traffic jam. Amazingly….we got back in four cars ahead of where we originally were!
Have I ever said how much I HATE Mexico?
Not the Cancun Mexico…the one that is an hour and a half away!
I HATE it!
But boy has it given my kids the paterial for wild stories to everyone they come in contact with! And “No pee pee on the sidewalks” is an hourly phrase in our household now!
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