“Oh, shit!” were two of the first words that came out of my mouth after crossing the border at Tecate. Just 15 minutes south of the Estados Unidos and la policía already had us pulled over. I might add that they weren’t in the wrong either, having caught my friend and me pissing on the side of the country highway. As the designated Spanish speaker of our group of three, I got the delight of getting us out of the situation.
Two cops in polarized sunglasses approached our truck, asked me to get out, looked me in the eyes, and said (in Spanish), “You show up in Mexico and urinate in public on the side of the road. This is a great indecency. A great indecency! What exactly are you dedicating your life to?”