Hell’s Half Acre

I’ve just spent the entire day chasing FAP issues.  For some reason, we were downloading much more than our allotted amount (satellite FAP) and I couldn’t figure out why.  I didn’t know if someone had hacked our router or if one of the 5 laptops had a virus or what.  I tried to kick . . . → Read More: DSL hangover

We all slept very well and didn’t get up under after 7am.  For some reason that felt very late to me and I scrambled about trying to get ready quickly.  We knew we had even more mileage to cover today than yesterday and we had no toll roads to count on for making the . . . → Read More: Tabasco to home

We knew the road from Tampico to Tuxpan was supposed to be bad, and it was, but we had forgotten how bad it was south of the Emerald Coast.  Each day we seem to naturally get up earlier and earlier and this day was no exception.  I was really missing the great coffee we . . . → Read More: Veracruz to Tabasco

So it turned out that after promising the hotel attendant that Kilo would not bark, it turns out I should have grilled him on how many loud parties are allowed in their hotel.  It was raining and without an umbrella and in the dark, none of the kids (understandably) relished the idea of walking . . . → Read More: rolling into the Emerald Coast

It seems like we’re always either sneaking a kid out with an expired FMT or sneaking Cuban rum or trying to get past checkpoints with iffy documents.  Just once, it would be nice to have all our papers in order and not to have to sweat and wonder and worry what will happen when . . . → Read More: it would be nice, just once, to cross the border without drama