December 23, 2013
We're on the road in Southern Arizona. Stopped in Tucson for huevos rancheros at Mi Nidito on South Fourth Avenue:
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That's our son Thomas Charles on the left. And here is a closeup on those rancheros:
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Homemade beans, homemade flour tortillas, great sauce, kitschy surroundings (President Bill Clinton ate at the booth opposite us and they have a star where he sat). We took the back way to Nogales, stopping at Amado for a photo op:
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T. Charles and BBB in front of the Longhorn at Amado, Arizona.
Took the back way to Arivaca (over the cow?) and then down a forest service road to Nogales where we encountered a border patrolman arresting an illegal. That was weird. One agent and one illegal crosser. Lights on, in a wash, in the middle of nowhere. Bizarre to say the least.
Got to Nogales at about 3:30 and crossed the border for more Mexican food. Details to come.
"In Mexico if it doesn't kill you, it makes you fat."
—Flaco Corrillo, our cab driver