Re: A Great Trip With a Slightly Sour Ending ... Carol
I was questioned crossing the Mexican border from the airport in Juarez back into El Paso. They wanted to know why I was taking a little Mexican boy into the U.S. with me. I told them he was not a Mexican boy, he was an American and he was my son. Mike inherited his father's dark hair and eyes, and, when small, was often mistaken for Native American or Mexican. I showed them a letter written by my husband before we left, permitting me to take him with me on a vacation to Mexico. I guess that could have been a sticky wicket. Mike's father, grandfather, and others in the family have an oriental cast to their features, coming from Slavic Eastern Europe. Think Atilla the Hun. Out here it's mistaken for Native American and Mexican.
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