Adventures start when you cross the border

So a guess some stuff worth telling has occurred since the last time I posted, let me share a bit of what I went through. So it started when we were trying to cross the border to get to the Tijuana airport where we would be parting. We got stopped by US border patrol, a very cute officer btw, because my grandpa didn't have his passport or id on him and he was carrying like 1500 $$ they though we were worthy of being searched.

It was great, we were all laughing especially bcuz my grandpa is pretty old and very deaf. there was a lot of yelling and confusion but after they counted all of our money, including my 15$ (I know, I'm a high roller) they let us go.

So we made it to the airport carrying 6 suitcases for 3 people ( my mom likes to takes gifts -_-) and while we were waiting for our plane to board we met the awesomest 70 yr old ever. I don't think i got his name but he acted like hyper 8 yr old on crack, he was so active and hyper! he then told us a lot of info about his life.

So here's what I know about this man: He's from Michoacan, had 3 sons the oldest is 40 something and a real asshole. he has a wife that he's trying to bring to the states, he loves to work in the fields and showed us his hands with a whole bunch cuts. The rest I didn't really understand, he spoke really fast ( like an 8 yr old on crack) and cut off some words he didn't deem important but I did. He was able to take complete control of the conversation over my mom, my mom talks A LOT.

anyway there is more to come but I'm tired and my neck hurts. Let me just foreshadow a bit and say that today I successfully rode the subway to and from school by myself without getting molested by a stranger and with an injured neck (I expect to get some "fuck yeah!'s" regarding this cuz that's how I feel). Good night and love you all!!!