I first crossed the US/Mexico border before I was 1 year old (unless you believe in the life begins at conception business, then I first crossed the border before I was 1). I don't remember that crossing, but it began a life of border crossings. From home on this side, to home on that side, my life has been shaped by that border. Here's a blog that takes off from my other blog (confessions of a border crosser). Why start a new one? Por qué no?
Ready? Ahí vamos...
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