One more week

Monday, August 15, 2011

I wake up irritable and cranky.  The lack of sleep from the past few nights is exhausting.  My bags are way over packed and I have no idea how I am going to make it to the bus stop, transfer and make it to my other grandmas.  I am excited to head back home someday soon and I have purchased every trinket under the sun that I can bring back to friends and family as a thank you for their love and support while I am in Mexico.  Grandmother and aunts decided to pack to me with even more items in the event that I should go home after my Juarez trip in a week.  I am hopeful that after Juarez, the U.S. consulate will love me so much that they see I must go home immediately.  Pie in the sky I know but it’s what I cling to. 

The day’s trip is longer than I anticipated.  Aunt Mar is headed back to her home in Queretaro (which is a different state) and her bus leaves at 10 am.  I awake at 6 am and we are on the bus by 8 am.  When we arrive at the bus station we are surprised by setbacks.  Aunt Mar’s bus is packed then second one is late, third one never arrives and she finally leaves by 12:30.  I wait in the bus station until my bus leaves at 2:30 pm and hope there are no unexpected surprises waiting for me.  There aren’t and I make the 3 hour trip to grandmother’s house.  I arrive in Valparaiso and grandma couldn’t be more excited to see me.  She even hires a taxi to take us home and greets me with home made cheeses, tortillas and gorditas.  I fall into her bed exhausted and ready to rest.