Mexican French Toast and Border Patrol

The prime objective of today was to get back into America and we almost screwed that up... But more on that later.

The first task of the day was packing up and shipping out, plus breakfast. We returned to our hotel's restaurant for the latter and that is where I got "Mexican French Toast." Technically it was just listed as French toast on the menu, but I wanted the novelty of French toast from Mexico. It was pretty standard French toast in the end.

After that, we hit the road. At the top of the week, Chuck had had some difficulty finding his way to the border and then crossing it. He'd wound up in the ReadyLane for people with passport cards instead of passports and was told that the next time he came through, he needed to use "the other lane." Once again, he got lost, but this time he was determined to redeem himself by taking "the other lane." We got in the "Sentri/Solo" lane. Well, this was not "the other lane." This lane was designed to be thr EZPass of border crossing and there is apparantely a third lane that no one knew how to get to from where we'd come from!

They take going through the Sentri Lane a lot more seriously than they take going through the Ready Lane, so while my dad got a verbal warning on Sunday, today they put a cone on our car and made us pull aside for further inspection. We drove through an X-ray machine and then we were left to sit there. *Cue waiting impatiently montage* Eventually, someone came to our service and they were thorough -- checking every inch of the car and our bags and basically everything they could besides us. We werI may or may not be an international criminal now. What have you done today? We were given a warning and told that if this happened again, it could be a $5000 fine and with that lovely thought hanging over us, we were free to enter the country.

We returned our rental car and took the shuttle back to the airport with our dad. We helped him check into his flight and I looked like a crazy person as I carried a jug of water we'd bought in Mexico but hadn't finished around the San Diego airport. Now Whit and I are off to figure out what to do with the last night of our vacation.