I was reading a blog posting in which the author noted that she was having a hard time with people who are sympathetic with cross border living.
I was surprised.
In the year and two months I have been splitting time between San Diego and the Coachella Valley, I have met a lot of people who do better at cross border living than I. Basically, I just kept my eyes open. Rides on the 905 bus to Otay (and the ride from Otay to Plaza Rio) have given me insights AND I met people who cross more often than I do. In talking with them, I have learned various and sundry survival hints, how to stretch Dollars and Pesos (a priority of mine) and passed on some of mine. It really has been a learning experience.
Anyway, except for this weekend, I'm here and I feel like I'm home.
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