I went down to TJ, Mexico for my spring break. This was my second year. I was an interpreter for a missions group. It was good times. I consumed many Manzana Lift's and Tostilocos (YouTube this) minus the pork skin.
She said we must be related 'cause my Grandfather Gonzalez and she are from the same small town and both have the same last name. She kinda' looks like one of my uncles.
Smile now, cry later.
Sunday soccer, all day, this was a girl game, they were rough.
El Canion de Emiliano Zapata, the place.
Bling, these kids superglue little fake dimonds to there teeth.
They were acting dead.
this house kinda' looked like an owl face.
A massive Jesus statue a few miles from Puerto Nuevo.
Venders at the Border.
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