Juarez, Mexico.

Last Saturday we crossed the Rio Grande by bridge. It was $0.35 to enter Mexico. You drop the exact change into a toll machine and go through a turnstile. It felt like we were about to get on a carnival ride, which wasn't too far from reality. The odd part was that on a Saturday night, we were literally the only non-mexicans on the street and stood out like four sore thumbs. Ipso facto, we were immediately accosted by a squat fellow named "George" who offered up all sorts of illicit products and activities. Ignoring his pablum and not feeling like getting into a bad B-movie, we chose our own place to eat after checking out the local church.

On the way out, we bought some tacos from a street stand. It was far superior to the restaurant. Her stuff was so good locals were buying her sauces in baggies to go.