DHL calls and says Hubby has a package that has to be picked up in Juarez by the next day. We are soooo confused. We ask what it is and the woman says it's his Visa. Impossible I say, we haven't even submitted the waiver application. We have no choice but for Hubby to go.
Unfortunatly, Hubby is more than an hour away, on a horse bringing the cows home. Great. Big mess. His nephew and I go off to find him. We find him, cold, wet and hungry and tell him the news. He is flipping out, because he doesn't want to go back to Juarez alone and doesn't want to leave me because I am leaving the next day....Hardest decision, but I tell him he NEEDS to see what the papers are, but I'm positive it isn't his Visa. We drive to Guerro and put him on the bus. I never felt so sad and alone...
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