Mexico

We visited Mexico at my mother's request. We needed to replenish her vanilla supply. She also wanted us to buy some more jewelry for her from the branch president. He remembered us, which makes me happy.

We haven't taken the kids to Mexico for years. They enjoyed walking on the bridge over the Rio Grande River.

Of course, they thought it was so cool to straddle the boundary line while having each foot in a different country.

Near the Mexican checkpoint, I took this picture.

I really wanted a picture of the Mexican soldier standing there with his machine gun. You can see the reflection from his sunglasses in the lower right hand corner of the photo. I didn't dare zoom in on him. I was worried he would shoot me with his machine gun and I didn't want to appear to be a tourist (which, in reality, I am).

We weren't in Mexico for very long. We knew what we were looking for and exactly where to find it. The US government changed border crossing policies since our last visit so, before we left Utah, I had to dig out all of the kid's birth certificates. Previously, we didn't have to prove the kids were US citizens or that they belonged to us. I think the blonde hair was a give away. I don't think the border patrol agent for this trip was interested in sorting out the birth certificates and kids to figure out which was which. After looking at my and Aaron's passports, he waved us on. I think the blonde hair was a give away.