Another thing that we were told was that Mexico
had open sewers. The air reeked of sewage. As we got away from the business
section of town, we passed through the residential areas. Each house if you
could call it that by United States
standards did not have much curb appeal, but that’s the best they could have
with their means. Each of the homes had fences or a wall around the lot. The
fences were constructed of anything that was not a living plant. They used
mattress springs, old fence wire, skids or whatever they could find that was
visible with the eye. We were told it was part of the Mexican culture to put a
fence or wall around your property to indicate to the others to keep out. It
did not matter what it was constructed of, it showed the boundaries and the
residents wanted the respect of others to stay out of the fenced or walled
area.
We arrived at a “T” intersection which was the main highway
from Guadalupe to Juarez. On the corner was a roadside
stand that was aqua in color. Part of the stand was an old junk school bus with
a wooden structure built around it. It was not being used each time we passed
it. We turned left on the two lane highway headed for Guadalupe. Along the highway
on both sides were farms raising crops or livestock. We got to Guadalupe in
just a few minutes. We saw the same type of architecture in the store fronts as
the other town, but seemed to be in slightly better shape. This town seemed to
have a little more money. The homes were mostly constructed out of concrete
block. Some were covered with mortar and some not. Many had various pieces of
junk in the yard. Some of the houses were in disrepair. From this town we
headed out into the desert on a dusty dirt/sand/gravel road. This road was not
different than any other bumpy gravel road.
We came to a point where we went down a hill in to what
might be considered a river bed or a wash. To our right was a white pick up
truck cab partially buried in the sand. Beyond it was a body of an SUV. Both
were stripped of the interior. After passing through this area which was the
dumping grounds, we got onto another stretch of flat road. It seemed as if we
were in the middle of no where in the desert. Then, we came upon a stock yard
on the left after passing a cemetery. We
passed a gun club on the left next. Then, in a short distance we saw the
orphanage complex.
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