October border crossing

 The following is account of my experience with crossing the Mexico-United States border 3 times in 3 days. 

Monday, October 5

not much traffic on the highway

I rode up to the border with Jeremy, the director of the orphange, and his son. I needed to go back to the United States to apply for a new passport. Jeremy needed to pick up supplies for the orphanage.

It took around 9 hours to get to the border city Reynosa.  Thanks to God, there were no issues on the road. We made it there a in good time. 

We arrived at the Isais 55 Instutute in Reynosa, which is a seminary and a place for mission teams to stay while ministering in the city. Jeremy's wife knows some missionaries that serve there.

Due to Covid restrictions, Jeremy, a Canadian, can't enter the United States. But there isn't any issue with Americans crossing the border. So, Jeremy needed my help to pick up supplies in Texas. 

Jeremy and his son got of the car and took their things to one of the guestrooms at the Seminary. Then I took Jeremy’s car and drove accross the border.

I crossed the border in record time! It only took 11 minutes when normally it takes 90 minutes or more. It was a blessing that the crossing had a short wait time, because I had a lot of errands to run. 

I picked up all of the packages for the orphange, picked up things for my family and did some shopping for my family. I stayed the night at a missionary's house.   

Tuesday, October 6

After packing everything into Jeremy's van, I drove across the border into Reynosa. I was thankful there was no border inspection.  I arrived at the Isais 55 institute without any trouble. That night we had dinner at the house of a missionary family. I slept in a guestroom at the Institute.

Red the dog loves attention from all those visit the institute

Wednesday, October 7

Jeremy and his son left for the orphange in Queretaro. 

Jeremy, his son and I at the back of the packed car before they left for Queretaro. The dogs Yellow and Red wanted to be in the photo.

 

Klint, a missionary worker at the institute, drove me accross the border.  He had some errands to do on the U.S. side of the border. 

After helping him with his errands, he gave me a ride to the airport.  

I flew from McAllen to Houston and then took a flight to Omaha, Nebraska. My parents picked me up in Omaha and drove to their home in Lincoln.