This is a tense time in which I am hoping for a particular bit of good news.
This is a picture of scrub:
Cacti, scrub trees, a drought-afflicted lake, and waiting for news.
I am less than three miles from the Mexican border, but I will not cross into Nuevo Laredo. I have not been to Laredo in roughly 25 years. It's larger and different than my memory of the city. I ate a very late lunch/early dinner at pollo palenque, a casual fast serve place that accompnied flame-roasted chicken with beans, rice and corn tortillas. I like that kind of casual fare. The rental Toyota Yaris I am driving makes me wonder at what it will be like to drive a large CRV.