Chacala

And at every stoplight, people were trying to wash our windows or sell us something or ask for money, and the noise began to overpower me.

We had about a five or six hour drive to our next stop, Chacala.

We went through more checkpoints, more duct tape badges, and I got more and more nervous.

Now my husband had done the research and picked Chacala as our next stop.

I love my husband with everything I have.

I will never let him pick a place to live in Mexico again.