Esta fotografia muestra entrada a la Ciudad Juarez. Esta bandera mexicana es cerca de 162′ por 93′ largo. La entrada a la Ciudad Juarez fue muy facil pero la entrada a los Estados Unidos se toma horas.
(The border crossing at Juarez. Easy in, not so easy out! We went across the Bridge of the Americas/Cordova Bridge)
Este pasillo con muros de metal plateado tomamos hacia las oficinas de migracion mexicana. Fue donde mi esposa recibio su tarjeta de turista. Este es la primera vez que ella visita Mexico. Ella esta muy contenta.
(The metal bars along the path to get my tourist card at the border. If driving, I suggest being in the right lane when you cross. That way you can park at the information center that is right across the border and walk to the office to get your tourist card. You only need the tourist card if you are going outside of the border zone- the first 20 – 30 km from the border. The card is free when you pick it up but you must stop at a Mexican bank and pay a fee before you exit the country. It was $237 pesos (about $20 US). Also, if you drive a car in to the country they stamp your passport with a little car (if you fly there is a little plane stamp) and you must exit the country the same way or provide very, very good documentation on why you aren’t.
(The very busy cross street by our hotel – Paseo Triunfo de la Republica and Avenida Lopez Mateos. Since we don’t want to go far from the hotel in the next five days in Ciudad Juarez due to its reputation as very dangerous, it is good we are close to a lot of restaurants, though mostly American – McD’s, Burger King, Domino’s, Wendy’s and even Applebee’s are within a block)
(Thank goodness the Hotel Lucerna where we are staying is very nice and here is the pool where you can almost not hear the street. It is only three blocks from the Consulate where he has his interview, although they are three dangerous blocks as criminals target people going to interviews because they know they have large amounts of cash. It also has free wireless internet and secure parking with a 24 hour guard.)
Ese la vista desde nuestro hotel. Observando hacia la ciudad de El Paso durante la tarde. Desde la vista de la montana podiamos ver la ciudad Juarez. Cuando aun no cruzabamos la frontera.
(The star is on the hill in El Paso where we stood just last night and took the picture of Juarez and El Paso. I guess it’s the Texans answer to the giant Mexican flag that can be seen from everywhere.)
As I look back thru the blog I wrote almost three years ago and am amazed at how I left out our real emotions. I didn’t mention the way we drove around El Paso all morning, stopping at a coffee shop, then eating our last meal stateside at a Chinese buffet with my parents. I didn’t mention how, as my parents drove out of the hotel parking lot, we got in the car and collapsed in to each other sobbing so violently it felt like we were suffocating. I didn’t mention how we clung to each other for more than five minutes, trembling with thoughts of our unknown future. The pent-up tears from all the fear and frustration we had felt about the immigration process since our first meeting with the attorney three years before poured out. Too this day I have never felt so empty and fearful, nor have I seen my husband in that distraught condition. It was horrid and I probably didn’t write about it back then because I didn’t want my friends and family to worry or feel sorry for us or know how deeply scared we were of the process ahead of us. Now I can look back and bring up that emptiness in my memory. I believe sharing that is very important because that is the feeling of an immigrant and an immigrant’s spouse facing the unknown. Thankfully, we were facing that unknown future together and could help fill each others emptiness in our time of fear.