Pardon me boys, is that the Guadalajara Choo-choo?
In years gone by it was possible to take the train from the Arizona-Mexico border in Nogales, Sonora all the way to Guadalajara, the capital city of Jalisco.
It was a 24-hour trip. Kurt and I took the train at least once by ourselves and once when our son was a toddler. One memory is of the kind you see in movies -- an overstuffed rail car with some chickens on the loose.
But the most emotional moment? We were a few miles short of the border heading home. It was around 9 pm on the 4th of July. Kurt, our son and I were standing outside the train, when, in the distance, we saw the welcoming display of fireworks just north of the border in Arizona.
Nos vemos pronto,