My grandma lives in a small town called San Elizario. Dates back to the Spaniards and all the conquering they were up too. My sister and I were up for an adventure so we grabbed our cousins and went to the border of Mexico. I surprisingly risked getting all muddy by passing a somewhat-empty canal and getting as close to the border as I could. There was another canal full of murky water which was right along the fence. No way someone would be able to swim THEN have to climb over it. So much work.
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