2 months ago I met a fresh minted fichera in TJ who I would not know is alive today but for the disgusting and deplorable idea of Las Chevelas Bar to fill their large space with not one but 2, count 'em 2 contemporaneous cock fights en vivo. I am killing time prior to an appointment later that night and my contentment in LC watching edecanes dressed in tight jeans, tighter plaid shirts, and cowgirl hats riding mechanical bulls turned to rage and disgust and I stormed out. I ended up planting in a ficha bar that no gringo hangs in including this gringo. Sitting and seething over the idea that Mexican culture includes the morally indefensible idea that animals from lowly roosters to dogs and bulls were put on this earth to be slowly tortured and murdered for the momentary amusement of humans who could not possibly find a less malignant source of entertainment and parimutuel excitement. As I process my anger, I don't yet realize that I have been guided through the gates of heaven on earth. A miracle awaited me in this most unlikely corner of hell.

My milagro, a cute waif of an FOB spinner of modest dimensions and years occupied the bar and considering the other chica talent in the bar, conjured the image of Cinderella if she had 15 ugly wicked stepsisters. After finally taking notice of the pretty waif on the other side of the club, I walked over and took a bar stool leaving 2 stools in between us so I could verify that this was actually an attractive chica in this house of horrors. We made eye contact and I swear to the God of the Mongers, that I could instantly feel a special glow - that something extraordinary was about to happen.

I straddled those two empty bar stools and bought her a drink. Talking to her I felt the special vibe immediately emanating from her was not an illusion - a vibe I've never felt before. In the TJ galaxy where I believed I had traveled and explored all the planets, moons, and all other phenomena, here awaited and experience previously unrecorded and undiscovered in my journals. I really could feel this on nothing more than a glance. And when verbal and physical contact began, the idea that I was in new territory was confirmed.

We barely talked - just kind of instantly came together physically, and despite my innate senses telling me the waif was a genuine innocent, she began processing me in that bar like I've never been processed before. Absolute sorcery. I was already feeling things I've never felt before and yet the chica never processed anything below my belt, leading me to believe this was something that could very possibly not be consummated, but also not a tease. Something hummed in her...our faces grinding into each others like 16 year olds on lovers' lane. It was a little bit frightening cause it was nothing like any contact with the beings on any other planet that I had explored. I am frustrated not being able to find the words to describe the event. I've had a thousand experiences which would result in the same freeze frame photo as this one, but this was not like any of those others - something indescribably off the charts. I did have an appointment looming an hour or so ahead, and reliable SOB that I am, I walked away from an encounter that very few hombres could ever extricate themselves from when my time was up. I was living for tomorrow.

I was sure enough back the next day seeking consummation. This bar does not have an attached hotel and taking a chica out involves a bar fine, so given her apparent "not ready for puta prime time innocence" that was as much in evidence as her sexual intensity, I was satisfied to explore initially in the club's unappealing "VIP" set-up.

We resumed our activities from the day before and I asked her if she would go to the VIP. She didn't say no, but that she wanted to decline was evident in her body language. I filled it in for her. I told her that "no" was an acceptable response - I was the last guy who would ever sit with her in this dive bar and pressure her to cross a line she was unable to cross, or not yet ready to cross. She thanked me, and later advised that she had gone in that stinkin' VIP room on two other occasions in this single month of her employment in this outhouse of a bar, and that to her amazement, her customers had tried to put the moves on her and have sex! The horror! I responded honestly, telling her that she had to understand that this would be the expectation - this is the job. She doesn't have to do it but she's got to expect it.

Oh my lord, I've got another figurative virgin on my hands here but one with a motor and energy flow that gives one the sense of playing with a hydrogen bomb - two powerful opposing forces within this alien so it seems. While the chica brings the most powerful passion I've ever experienced even at this early unconsummated stage, she is so innocent that she receives my sincere compliments by crossing herself - a simple compliment received as a blessing. It is also fairly obvious and she will later confirm, that she's never passed any time with a gringo in her life beyond a few words with one other. Her English limited to counting to 3.

A few minutes later she asks me if I will push sex on her if we go to the VIP the way those other two scoundrels did. I responded that we would be floating on the same breeze and let it deposit us where it would, but nowhere where both of us did not want to be. That was good enough for the alien. "OK, Let's go!"

The lesson and irony being that handing the chica control of the situation was what it took to move her thought process - the dark irony being that this will work almost every time with the innocents, so regardless of one's sincerity and good intentions, one like me comes to find that control of the situation is always available by ceding control of the situation!

When the VIP door closed, she attacked me sexually with a force I have never experienced. She did things I have never experienced and fearlessly. She did things that would make porn actresses cover their eyes! Reckless abandonment - total commitment...total engagement...that would best describe her approach. So of course I was lost in it and knew my life was about to become reorganized.

I was back in TJ the next weekend for fear of losing track of her whereabouts...first instance of my returning to TJ two weekends in a row in years. She didn't have a phone yet and I thought my usual 4 week interval would surely result in leaving me with nothing more than a memory of a single intergalactic VIP.

I talked her into leaving the bar for an hour session in a nearby hotel, and our hour turned to 5 hours and more. Our hostess at the hotel was concerned that the chica was in physical danger and regularly visited us - not in concern for overtime charges, but out of concern for the chica's safety, and so she had to continually verify that she was not in danger. I actually appreciated that the hotel mujer would look after her like that as she was not even known to anybody who works in or uses this hotel. Near the end an auxiliary cop was utilized for the same purpose with the same result and I was fine with it. They'd yell through the door, "CHICA?" She, lost in her own lust and not wanting to cross back into the real world was initially silent until I would prod her to give them the assurances they sought..."SI, ESTOY BIEN...TODO BIEN!"

This epic session included 3 full furious rounds of lovemaking and the third one was as thrilling as the first. The chica drew energies out of me that I didn't know I had...and I really don't - running on empty...running on fumes...running on adrenaline. A kid in Disneyland with Magic Mountain type rides for the first time and fueled by the wonderment of it all. And I, never one to believe that any chica I have paid for sex is actually having a sexual experience herself, knew there was no doubt that she was enjoying this array of thrill rides almost as much as I was. The chica lubes to high tide from a kiss on the forehead, and there is no bottom to it. At the age of 57 I thought I had experienced pretty much everything in the world of intimacy and sex, and that would have included the companionship of a handful of women whom I believed to be nymphomaniacs, but now I realized I had never until now met a genuine clinical nymphomaniac. I understand the true meaning of the word now. Let me tell you amigos, it is something to behold - but I don't want to assume that none of you have had the opportunity to enjoy the company of a textbook nympho, but clearly, it is my first experience with such a one. It is pathological - well beyond an exorbitantly healthy interest in physical intimacy of which sex is merely a component part, and so I fear that the pathology can't be isolated and what others she may manifest soon enough.

In between those 3 rounds of hydrogen bomb love making, she slept like a rock with my body as her bed - she just lay on top of me, all extremities intertwined tightly. I would try to wake her from time to time when I wasn't sleeping, mindful that everybody with a commercial interest in this honeymoon we were having was going to want more money for the extravagant overtime we were utilizing, and I needed to start heading back to L.A. So I'd kiss her gently on her cheek and forehead and stroked her hair to try and wake her gently, and when she woke the machine was back in action - at first gentle reciprocation, but soon growing to pathological frenzy.

I tried to shew away the obvious negative thought that I have now summited Everest, so what mountain do I want to climb now? What can follow this? Will I truly be dried up and done when mi milagro passes out of my present and into my past? I have the answer and I am greatly relieved to know that subsequent contacts with other chicas who do something special for me still can fully fit into my aspirations, though I realize no matter how good the sex may be with these others, it will be comparatively pedestrian.

Back to TJ at the end of August for a 5 day stand. I knew I could not spend that much time with mi milagro and survive. The plan was to spend 3 nights and 2 days and wander around the zona before and after - but realizing the after would likely be a sailing adventure into doldrum winds. That would be the case as I could not stop sleeping during the two days I lingered in TJ following her departure - finding a few hours each day to pointlessly patrol the zona with no energy, alertness and ultimately no interest.

The time spent with mi milagro at Hotel Ticuan and out on the town was a natural continuation and growth of the modest time and settings that we had shared weeks before. I was a little nervous about being out with her in public because I didn't think she could behave herself, and once she turned the keys on my ignition that I would be out of control along with her, imposing horrific sights on innocent onlookers. I was correct about this. About the only place we were a safe couple to nearby innocent bystanders were restaurants as it would be required for at least one of her hands and her mouth to be occupied. She would use her other hand to caress me while we ate.

On the nights we went out we discovered that our energies for wild good times converged with a perfection that only Hollywood could dream up. We literally did complete each other. We walked down the street hand in hand and when we heard aggressive rhythm emanating from bars and clubs, we instantly shifted to a dancing gait down the sidewalk in total physical harmony. On one night she asked for a tour of the zona that gringos know and occupy, and so we spent hours at AB and HK. She was mesmerized by the scene and openly showing her interest in the beautiful ladies and there were many out in force in those bars that Thursday night. We both imbibed more than our share and so threw alcohol into an existing fire, and it was absolutely one of the wildest great times I've ever had. Her physical assaults were not alarming public acts in THIS public, and so no need to resist - just get lost in it and did I ever. At one point she went to the ladies' room. I kept an eye on the door for her to exit and make her way back to me to make sure that her progress back to me would meet no interventions. When she emerged, HK soundtrack was furious heavy metal and already in the spirit, I could not resist a shameless spontaneous presentation of head banging air guitar. As the chica approached, she adopted the pose herself - her hair flying wildly and her hands strumming and fretting brilliantly to the rock and roll beat...hopping to my position until we were a band with heads banging in fluid consonance as if we had rehearsed this routine a thousand times before. She wasn't posing, but was totally committed to it. When it comes to party, when it comes to sex and lovemaking, when it comes to feeding each others' spirits, we are connecting like I've never connected.

BUT BUT BUT BUT...mi milagro doesn't know how to be a puta and is not one yet but for my exclusive patronage...she doesn't want to be my puta but she knows in her heart and her brain that this is how we are meant to be. A couple who will get together with some regularity for furious good times with money paid because she needs money and I want her to have money.

I have never gone deep with a chica like this before who didn't get lost in the fake novio delusions or hold out hope that a green card would be attached to my junk - but mi milagro has at least one foot planted in the real world at all times. I have more difficulty understanding her particular tint and tone of Spanish than most chicas - she really does talk and write using different idioms than most chicas I've spent heavy time with, and our verbal communication is thus a bust - I can make 100% of my thoughts understandable to her, but at least on the side where she tries to share her deeper thoughts, feelings, stories with me, it isn't happening, I can't keep up with her barrage. She looks at me sadly on several occasions and offers a doleful "No me entiendes!" She's thinking like I do when I fend off the advances of other chicas I can't communicate with to the depths that are necessary when you are thinking about really being together. I have to accept this failure as a good thing because being as lost in her as I am, I might be crossing lines I know better not to cross and have in recent years resisted effortlessly.

But I have exceeded other boundaries here and I am fearful and not proud, but also feel I really was in harmony with the "moment". You know what's coming...failure to contracept. I am a dedicated condom user. But in the nature of our physical collisions in the Ticuan bed, the idea of introducing a man made rubber object to the heart of the action just felt IMPOSSIBLE and almost wrong...as if this symphony of two people so profoundly moving each other should be played only by naked flesh and unleashed passion with bodily fluids freely flowing. So now in the aftermath I feel like a complete idiot and I'm scared, but I still can't feel that we did a "wrong" thing. We did a natural thing that may carry heavy consequences. And what scares me more is that I don't anticipate that I'll feel bad about it if consequences materialize. Yes, I need to get a grip.

This coming week, 4 weeks after the last, we will do it again for a couple of days and nights with her birthday on Wednesday as a further point of celebration. I have been in the darkest tunnel of stressful work this month. But I talk to her and the anticipation of seeing her, even though at one time seeming so far in the future, still guided me through this tunnel ever cheerful with the light ahead growing brighter by the day. Just two more work days and I will be out of the tunnel and bathed in light.

For sure I will arrive Tuesday night in possession of what Planned Parenthood calls "emergency contraception" and be ready to talk to her about more of a long term plan in that area since the Plan B is not the long term solution.

I am grateful to Las Cheveles Bar for bringing cock fighting into their club that fateful afternoon 2 months ago.

"Just do it"! And tell her to see a Medico for some contraception. Buena Suerte

Erip, that was one of the greatest, if not THE greatest, posts about Mexico I have ever seen. BULLY FOR YOU that you were able to get so much happiness from mongering, and thanks for posting about your exuberance for all of us to share. Personally, I remember such epiphanies mongering in Mexico years back, and they were indeed an adrenaline rush like you post about here.

Now, back to reality...

Forgive my frankness, but your plan to "retire" your hooker is simply STUPID. I have no problem with people upping the ante with a working girl IF the new deal is something that somehow results in a winning experience for THEM that is not based on the GIRL being removed from the "HORRIBLE" experience of dealing with whoremongers for a living. Simply making a prostitute one's long distance exclusive prostitute is a disastrous recipe financially, and even more devastation if you have poured emotion into the situation.

You're an amigo, and I don't want t be too harsh, but JEEZ, WAKE UP? ADOPTING (and there's no other word, really) your prostitute is something that has a short shelf life and is very unlikely to give you what you need from a 'relationship'.

Great story!

The taking the bar out of the girl has worked before, but this is TJ and the odds are against you.

That said, I say do what you feel you have to do, even though it may or may not be the smartest move, you're going with the flow and the end result will undoubtedly be a very memorable life experience.

Porker & Soc, I would be making the same comments as you if I read a post by a friend saying some of the things that I did. But I left out alot of my analysis just to keep the thing from going to War & Peace length.

A few of the nuances are woven into my story but I don't expect anybody reading these gazilion words to pick up on the intricacies.

I have had numerous relationships in TJ with putas and non-putas, and I don't look upon this as a relationship and neither does she. I've been deeper with the others than I probably will ever get with this one, but still never thought about this kind of arrangement with any of them. I don't believe either of us feel anything like "romantic love" or the pressing illusion of it. It feels like an affair but with the exchange of money seeming appropriate. This is something novel and indefinable. I have done all the things that are definable and understood by veteran adventurers in TJ.

As to the potential living arrangement, it is a win win situation for both of us. I won't spend a dollar more on this arrangement than I'm currently putting in her pocket, and would save money from not needing my hotel room for as long as it goes. In other words, I'll be paying her the same amount but taking advantage of better and more convenient digs that I'll locate for her. She came to TJ in July not knowing anybody or having any sense of the city and ended up in a hovel on the furthest SE edge of the city. So even without my contributing a centavo, she can find a much better residence in centro or on the edge of centro and even Zona Rio for about the same amount of money she's paying now for her Tecate adjacent hovel - not to mention the gruesome commute on the collectivos when she travels downtown or to the zona. Bottom line, when our time is over she'll be paying the same rent she's paying now.

She will have the option of avoiding sex work if that is what she wants. I have no intention to preach to her not to do it - its just that I can see that she's clearly reluctant so this arrangement gives her the ability to find another way for the time being. I would not impose an exclusivity contract on her. I introduced her to AB and HK and told her I neither condone nor condemn her doing sex work. Of course I encourage a young fence sitter to avoid working la zona if she can, but I understand the realities and this has been openly discussed. She didn't come to TJ to earn wages merely to survive and that is the best she'll do at this ficha bar. She came to earn her living and have the ability to send money home to support her mom and toddler, and there are few options for such a chica with no qualifications for straight work that pays more than the standard $70-100 TJ weekly wage for unskilled workers.

The whole idea is to give her free will as long as I feel a strong compulsion to see her, and it costs me nothing in terms of money or commitment, and I ask no commitment from her.

The chica is not exactly a hardened puta yet - she's at the crossroads. She has worked a total of 5.5 weeks as a fichera. I have two trusted friends who work in this bar - one day and the other night, and my "eyes" verify what she's told me. She's been beaten up by ficha clients who she wouldn't put out for and then the lowlife manager gets on her for not going up instead of protecting her. So I take her on the gringo bar tour and she's sure she'll make the switch and do the sex work and get the money. But with my $300 in hand after I depart, instead she takes two weeks off to consider it further, and ends up back in the craphouse ficha bar again a week and a half ago. So right now she's thinking like a 3rd world girl who needs money, but not yet like a puta.

So your sensible advice is appreciated, but you are preaching to the choir. I won't likely do anything soon - still figuring it out as I go along since I'm exploring unknown territory for me in TJ for the first time in most of a decade. To friends in an Email group I first reported this escapade in Godfather 3 terms - I had reached the point where TJ was still a blast, but the sense of challenge and adventure, fresh discoveries and the spontaneous excitement that comes with it was on the wane. I was ready to cut back the once a month trip to once every 2 or maybe 3 months. Then la milagro happens. I tried to get out but she "sucked" me back in.

I trust your judgement and think it'll be a nice adventure. I'm all for thinking outside the box and going with the flow. With a history of dating 2 sgs, what would you expect.

I'll say it again, Tj is alot of fun and if I lived in SD, I'd probably move to TJ and travel alot less abroad as a result.

Erip, great post as always but I pretty much knew the story before reading it here. I need to correct you on the "a ficha bar that nobody goes". Don't worry, I won't mention the name BUT as much of a "white bread" monger as I am (or was), I actually went there a few times...so it's not that off the beaten track!

Tjp, you are dating yourself! There was a time that this bar drew some monger traffic, but that time is long past.

Erip, great post and great story telling. I loved this line:

"I responded that we would be floating on the same breeze and let it deposit us where it would, but nowhere where both of us did not want to be. "

I am still wondering how you say that in spanish, so this girl that does not understand a word of english other than 1,2,3 will understand. If she asked me if I intended to fuck her in the VIP room I guess I would have said "por supuesto. Esta Tijuana."

Sadly, any girl like this will eventually be ruined by the TJ experience. I expected to see a few guys post "Oh yea, I did that girl too 3 weeks ago, she gave me the same experience."

I have never had your kind of experience in TJ but I have had some memorable girls that I would go back again for if given the chance. Just to know that this is still possible in that cess pool of iniquity is refreshing. Thanks for telling the story.

Thanks Radioman. I have mastered a very high percentage of spanish vocabulary but still speak spanish poorly considering all the immersion I've experienced. I will go to my grave unable to master the idioms of this cunningly complex language of few words (250K compared to 1 million english words), but so many different ways to employ the same ones. I make myself understood no matter what I want to say, and I say in Spanish what I would like to say in English, and most native speakers are kind enough to spare me the laughter and derision my usage deserves. I have to say that the chicas do like the metaphorical type phraseology I often use very simply because they are basically never spoken to this way by anybody else.

I learned how to get to the creamy center in TJ many years ago, but I would never expect to find another chica who will take it to the heights this one does. I am in fact disenchanted with TJ at this time - not with the chicas themselves, but the whole collection of crappy elements of the place are currently on my nerves. It is a contempt that comes with too much familiarity with the same sad and ugly views, and even my standard one month hiatuses can't freshen the scene for me the way they once could.

I've been through phases like this before so perhaps it will pass. I don't want to be in the zona itself close to the amount I have spent there before, while the experiences outside the zona with exported putas and civilians cause unwanted complications, and as relationships, are always ultimately pointless.

The time spent with this miraculous one is a joyful chapter for me, but anomalous. I don't expect to find another like her unless I'm like those 2 or 3 people in the world who have won the lottery more than once. (P.S. I was back last week to celebrate her birtday, and the 24 hours we spent together was absolutely the best time I've ever had with a girl in my life - the way we connect in the pursuit of raw fun whether it be sex or out on the town is leading to a collection of unmatched memories that I expect will continue to grow).

I am contemplating a change in scenery at least for 1-2 weeks later in the spring of 2010 when I am planning to join a few buen amigos for an exploration of your neck of the woods - Medellin. One of my amigos is an extremely experienced player in Columbia and Medellin in particular, so I will be effortlessly delivered to the best of the best opportunities, and I won't even need to learn another language!

Erip
I always wish you the best.
I share your disappointment for the current state of things in TJ and why now with a Latino US GF and a very accessible selection of US hotties I have not been much in the last years. I have finally just now started to recover from a very stupid 2004 TJ related decision.

You are a smart man and it is why I HIGHLY CAUTION YOU not to follow through on this support a TJ SG campaign. I urge you to remember one of the biggest ever TJ support a SG relationship failures. That (2004 related) relationship not only cost said person his SG and his job but in the process he also screwed over, ripped off and negatively affected the lives of several of his so called TJ "friends". Of course his gambling habit to support his SG played a huge part also.

There are a few who have mastered the art of a hooker relationship however it is certainly a difficult road to maneuver.

Hope to see you soon.

Max, thanks. But you missed a couple of nuances. She's not an SG and never will be. So far she's not crossed the line from ficha drinking and partner dancing at a locals dive, and only done that for a couple of months, and still with great discomfort. One customer whacked her in the head and neck when she refused to come across, and the pinche jeffe took up for the customer and gave her shit for not giving in to customer demands. So you can imagine what a shitty situation this is, and she still doesn't make a move towards the sex supermarkets of AB, HK and CC!

Also, I never posted that I would support her - only assure her the same amount of monthly payout I've been giving her to date, and with the assurance she could choose to get a regular job to supplement the $300 I give her, and that would be an adequate if not a lucrative living for her, and permit her to avoid going into the public domain - something she does not wish to do.

Having said all that for the record, I am not going to do even that. I will keep my mouth shut on this topic with her even though I can't imagine not continuing to see her monthly for a few days as I have been for at least several more months to come. My time with her last week celebrating her birthday over a couple of days was simply the most fun I've ever had in my life with a girl - in the cama and even more, out on the town. Our social and sexual energy maintains maximum syncopation, but we aren't taking it further than that. I won't make any commitments, but will float ideas to help her avoid or minimize what would seem like an inevitable devolution into full press prostitution.

Also started tenderizing 3 other superhotties on this trip who I met in more standard zona venues - superhotties of the type that Maximus Monger once limited himself to. Looking forward to the future development with these 3!

These are the type of chicas that everybody assumes will be horrible in the room, and the one of them who is an AB chica does have that rep already, but I would pay $60 just to be naked with them in a bed for 30 minutes - how bad could that be! But I found the AB chica (I think her name is Jimena) to be sweet and capable of gentle prodding towards GFE - will see. Another one is like mi milagro - a fresh product at La Valentina who is stunning - not bodacious, just pretty like a Hollywood starlet and elegant in her style and manner. Pretty sure she's not a full press puta at this point, but she didn't shy away from my subtly foreshadowing a purchase of sexual favors from her in the future, but didn't lay her hand face up on the table either. And like la milagro, she'll very likely be all out GFE when the time comes. As I said, no shortage of chicas in Mundo del Diablo!

Also did sessions with 3 other chicas - a [former] HK favorita Meriam who went backwards in her level of service. She felt educated about what a bad idea that was by the end, but not likely she gets another shot soon. She was FOB and cute as hell when I had first 2 sessions with her, but time passes and she's gone pro. Lastima!

SG Monserrat was just too fucking adorable to pass on for 200 pesos. Horrible at best but it was exactly what I expected, and hell, 200 pesos - the price of the omelette, home fries, toast and coffee I'm going for later. Cute playful personality, but all SG in the room.

Did well known SG Karla de Tabasco for the first time. 19 years old and really pretty and unusually tall leggy for a SG. Famosa Guadalupe is her best amiga and mentor, so that speaks well for her. She was known for GFE/PSE service a year ago, but no more. However, still tremendous fun and hot session, and she's got a fantastic playful personality. Goes to the list (a very short one) of SG favs with service improvement expected - a TLN candidate too if I can pry that out of her.

Erip: Some very romantic scenarios you have painted here about the possiblities of TJ. What ever happened with FV? I think we would all enjoy some real life photos to go with your great stories.

Topfotog, shortly before I met "la milagro" I spent a couple of days with the FV...i.e. factory virgin. In our earlier dates I had enjoyed the process of bringing her along sexually because she was an eager student. Though eager and enthusiastic as she was, she has hurdles that are very difficult for her to jump over.

But I was content as long as she made progress, no matter how slow. But on this last encounter she went backwards. I was frankly quite disappointed and couldn't help leaking my disappointment. She worked hard to make me happy but her backward progress just took me out of the mood.

If I had all kinds of time to spend in TJ I would be more tolerant and accepting of disappointing encounters. But my trips were limited to once a month and sometimes less in 2009. I had a few days per trip, and I would focus on one special chica but try to leave myself with some free agent time for roaming the zona - at least one day of the 3-4 days I was in town. So I decided I just didn't have enough time to devote major chunks to the FV. I remain very fond of her, but I was going to tell her something like I have a deepening relationship with a novia in the U.S. and thus we can only be friends and will be seeing each other much less.

So she calls me on a Sunday that I was going to call her and deliver the news - but she is suffering a trauma. Her uncle and aunt whose house she lived in were hit by a lightning bolt of stupidity. Uncle is a mexican american U.S. born citizen - Aunt has a green card. Both also have a residence and jobs in San Diego. They decide they are going to drive north across the border with another of their nieces in the trunk of their car. This was more than half a year ago and I'm still shaking my head in disbelief of the stupidity of this move considering they had everything to lose and so little to gain - and they could even have paid a professional to get their niece across la linea.

Of course they are caught - despite driving across the border multiple times per week for more than a decade, they seem to have no conception of the technology and other methods now employed at the border (e.g. dogs) which makes a simplistic smuggling effort like this almost impossible to pull off.

So FV, already laid off from her factory job has now lost her primary support system - both financial and emotional. Tio y tia are in federal prison, likely to lose their jobs, spending any money they have on lawyers and they each need a separate lawyer, tia facing the jeopardy of being deported and thus no longer able to earn U.S. wages, tio facing the jeopardy of being banned from returning to Mexico. So basically she's telling me that this act of stupidity has destroyed her family. This was thus not a time when I could give her harsh news about moving away from her. Bottom line is I've maintained contact over the months, but tell her that I am just unable to come to TJ. I have tried to lend some emotional support and have communicated with her family's attorneys and even sent her a modest sum of money to get her over the hump (which she did not ask for). With la milagro currently out of town and visiting her family for the holidays, FV and I had penciled in plans to get together over Christmas as I knew her family was not available to her. That sadly didn't happen because of other obligations I have in L.A. I might see her the next time I go in a couple of weeks.

Meanwhile, each time I see la milagro, it is another fresh and memorable experience. However, at times it is really too intense for me after awhile and I feel the need to put in some more time with better balanced chicas. It will be a long time before I walk away from la milagro, but I may need to temper it just a bit. I may post a report I wrote for a private group about our last time together which definitely got peculiar in a number of ways...but difficult to convey in written word - you kind of had to be there.

As for pics, it drives me crazy but all I have is a crappy cell phone camera and I don't have quality pics to share. I will be looking to buy a modest camera soon so I can accumulate some photo memories and not have to write so many damn words!!!

Wow, quite a soap opera - worthy of the telenovelas! The bottomline is the Milagro is better in bed than the FV? Sorry, too simplified.

I really do enjoy reading about your adventures. Thanks for sharing them with us. I shall keep watching this space and maybe meet up one day for a beer(?)