In an earlier post, I wrote about crossing the border at Tecate, then the process of getting the FMT, paying for it, the long lineups, etc. Imagine our surprise when we went to the airport a few days ago. Laura was heading back to Canada for a bit and as expected, produced the FMT at the ticket counter along with her passport. “Where’s the receipt?” The agent asked. “What receipt?” We said.

What’s surprising is how ordinary life has become in Mexico. It simply means that where we are now is our life, transplanted to another place. What was once a novelty is now normal. Our everyday life is here and we now no longer think of it as “being on vacation,” or something to do for awhile until we return to “the real world.”