On the road to the coast, we began to see dump trucks escorted by the Mexican police. That’s a sight you don’t normally see. Hmmm…..what’s up? Hauling radioactive waste? Then, we noticed people standing up and sitting inside the trucks….apparently on top of the gravel, or whatever it was the trucks were hauling. Then it hit us…the truck drivers were giving rides to the refugees crossing Mexico and headed to the US border. Bless their hearts, these poor people were hanging on for dear life riding in an open truck going 50 MPH down bumpy, winding roads. No money, no posessions…only a desire for a better life. Claudia was able to get a quick photo with her cell phone and I’ll post it later today.

The life lesson here is…when you think you’ve had a bad day, or you’re just dissatisfied with your life in general…jump in a filthy dump truck with your children and ride across Mexico. That’ll put things in perspective, won’t it?

Adios,

Wayne, Claudia, Katie & Tuck