That Time We Drove To The Border...

10.15.2013

 the one that finally convinced me to get back on the road...
 the point of no return...
 trying to look calm but really i was panicking inside...
 bienvenidos a mejico!
 things are a lot different on the other side of the border...
 so close...
 and we have a visa!!!
 celebratory beers, of course...
 view of san diego from our room...
 smitten with these trolleys...
 brunch of winners...
and of course, introducing hubs to 7-eleven & slurpees 

At the end of last month hubs and I had to take a rather impromptu trip to the Mexican border. I use the term impromptu rather loosely seeing as how we both knew he had to leave and re-enter the country in order to (finally) get his proper visa stamped... we are just a pair of procrastinators. And so Friday rolled around with no plans in place and me stressing out (as I do) while hubs just nonchalantly (as he does) suggested we figure it out after work, which of course I thought was absolute bonkers! We came home and started looking for flights to anywhere outside of the U.S. and came to the conclusion that it was just too expensive this last minute, of course. While I continued to panic and insist that we had left it too late and would have to put this off till the following weekend (not really an option but again it was our own faults) hubs dangled the idea of driving down. 

As in me... driving... to Mexico...

A little side story, I used to love driving once upon a time and actually looked forward to the eight hour drive up to my university from home. Unfortunately I had a pretty scary accident in my senior year and have had an irrational fear of driving on the highway ever since. I guess it also doesn't help that I have had the good fortune to live in cities where cars aren't needed and so I never really had to get over that fear. Of course I have driven on the highway since, once or twice before... but only after days, weeks, months even of mental preparation for it. Certainly a few hours wasn't enough time to warm up to the idea. But you see, that's the thing about love and/or being married to hubs. Love/hubs forces me to do things outside of my comfort levels practically on a daily basis. I immediately shot down the idea with oh just the first ten reasons of the top of my head why we couldn't and shouldn't and mustn't do this. Meanwhile hubs started searching for bus rides down and I think the mere thought of him going all the way down there on his on freaked me out more than the thought of driving. I mean, he would be a walking target what with his pale skin, light hair, blue eyes and lack of Spanish (he can say a few phrase but let's face it, the onion is mine isn't exactly going to help now is it?) I googled just how far the Mexican border was (2ish hrs) and before I knew I was even saying it, I had matter-of-factly told him that taking a bus by himself was a stupid and unsafe idea and that I would drive. 

And that my friends is the story of how I got back on the open road after almost six years of sheer terror just at the thought of driving on the highway. I once had a panic attack 30 minutes into a eight hour drive home and had to turn around I was so hysterical. Now don't think I'm by any means applauding hubs and his last minute attitude towards life. I am after all, a planner by nature. But I must say that life with him has surely made for an interesting ride. Never did I think I'd be driving my British hubs down to the Tijuana border for the sake of a visa two days before his current one expired. But then again he's made me do a lot of things I probably wouldn't have without his gentle nudges of encouragement. And for that I love him most... though now he'll probably read this and insist I'm ready to tackle crazy things like buying a convertible car or go back down to Mexico and actually explore... I'm convinced I'm going to die an early death due to stress related issues thanks to him but at least I'll be able to say I really lived.

***Today I am thankful for hubs and his no worry attitude towards life... really hoping some of that rubs off on me***

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