in 6 hours. Crossing national borders by foot is always fun. I remember being shoved off a bus in the middle of the night to walk the border between Uganda and Rwanda. Walking in a bizarre no-mans land where you have no rights, no protection, no identity until you cross the line again, to become a citizen/foreigner. The arbitrary lines that create "nations" become more and more real as we base our identity on these false nationalities. Here is a nice overview of these issues. But I recommend walking the border, Tijuana is wonderful. Just watch for this.
/əˈkimbō/ Adverb: With hands on the hips and elbows turned outward.
"It was impossible for her to begin in time, and as she patiently waited, arms akimbo and ears straining for the music, the house let loose again..." From Jack London in 'Moon-Face and Other Stories'
Grandma's 90th birthday came and went. She said she's aiming for 95. Her mother lived to be 103, so she'll probably cap that. I brought her some little surprises: