Central America | Mexico | Northern Mexico | Nuevo León | Monterrey – Monterrey El Rancho Hotel

Central America | Mexico | Northern Mexico | Nuevo León | Monterrey – Monterrey El Rancho Hotel

I have made the plunge into Mexico. I crossed the Rio Grande, or in Spanish, El Rio Bravo, right at sunset. I told myself that I was going to try and not drive at night, but I was in this border town, on the Mexican side, and everything was dirty and run down, and I thought that I should get a little further into the interior of Mexico. I drove on a little highway for quite a while. I thought it was the 85 south into Monterrey. The speed limit, even though it was a two lane divided highway was 60km/h which translates into about 40mph. I kept hearing everyone tell me not to speed, and I kept wondering how I was going to drive forty miles per hour the entire time. I understood why everyone got pulled over. So I drove for about a hundred kilometers and found a really nice clean hotel for about fifty dollars. In fact, it is nicer than most of the hotels I stay at. It has hardwood floors, or at least Pergo, I can’t tell the difference. It looks like wood and has grove in it like wood. There are bottles of water by the sink so that I don’t have to brush my teeth with the water here. I think they know that we have been told a thousand times not to drink the water. I’m glad to be off the highway and somewhere that I can sleep. Hopefully I will be able to get a good jump on the day tomorrow. My floor in the van is completely soaking wet. One of the gallons of water that I brought over tipped over and spilled over a half gallon of water onto the floor. I’ve had these seven pieces of copper on the floor. I’m thinking about hanging them on the wall when I get back to Medina. Six of them are one foot by three feet, and the other piece is two by three. I would put the big one in the middle. I’m going to leave them on the floor the entire trip and let all the wheel marks and footprints and well, gallons of water, mark them up. Hopefully they will look pretty cool. They are somewhat overlapping each other, so they are going to be more discolored in some places, and still that shiny copper in others. Just a thought. I can’t wait to get into bed. That is going to feel so good. Ten hours of sleep is still going to put me at eight in the morning. I called everyone I could think of just before crossing the boarder. Kira told me that she would be happy if I brought her back some water from Mexico and some sand from some cool or spiritual place. She said that any place with a UR in it, for instance, Big Sur, would work.
Ah ha! Big news. Today is the 1000th letter. I’ve been writing these things for 1000 days. What a great letter to cross into a new country with. I want to make sure that I am being safe and that I will return to the United States alive. It would be rude of me to die before my mother. She loves us all so much, and she has been worrying about me this afternoon. I pray everyday that I don’t die. I guess that is all I can do. Of course, I could just leave Mexico, and return to the United States, but I don’t want to do that either. There could be a disconnected tractor trailer that goes out of control, smashes into my car, and kills me. There could be a viral infection that is going around and I end up catching it and dieing. It is one of those things that I have to simply press on and know that I am taken care of. I just need to keep my morals in tact. None of this carousing in places I don’t need to be. I feel very safe here. I saw a guy, a Mexican guy, dressed up just like Matt Zuro. He had his black hair slicked back like his, and a little sweater vest with a white oxford. He even looked like him a little, just that he had a little darker tan. I bought these little things that are like bread cookies. They are big and taste like dough, with sugar sprinkled on top. The card with them reads, “Pan 100% natural sin conservadores homeado en: LE?A con la receta original del pan de Santa Fe Bustamante.” I’m thinking it says something to the extent that it was homemade by Lena, with an original recipe from Santa Fe Bustamante. I get to figure out tomorrow how difficult or how easy it is going to be to find a post office and mail a letter. I don’t know if I am going to keep writing these letters. I don’t see why I would quit. It is one of my favorite things to do, however, it does take up enormous amounts of time and energy, as well as some money, and it may be in my best interest to stop. At the same time, I finally have something interesting to write about. I am in the middle of a road adventure. It would be inconsiderate of me to stop writing now. I’m not quite sure how to tap into the internet, but I am going to have to learn how to do that sooner or later with this machine. I need to check my mail, as well as possibly put some things up on the web. I was thinking that maybe I would mail some things back home, but on second thought, I think it is too late for that now. I am afraid that if something happens I will lose stuff like my Apple discs and something else, I can’t think of off hand. However, I don’t think trying to mail them out of the country is going to be the cheapest thing. I guess I will just have to hope nothing happens. Honestly, I really don’t think that anything bad is going to happen.

Category : Central America | Mexico | Northern Mexico | Nuevo León | Monterrey , Uncategorized