Having fallen asleep, I awakened to the open road in front of us that seemed to go on forever. Our escort seemed to be unusually quiet as they snuck glances back at their passengers.
“How many more hours to Monterrey?” I asked Madeline; however, she was asleep, and I didn’t want to disturb her. Her slender back was resting against the side of the window of the vehicle, her legs up on the seat in a slight sitting position. It didn’t look at all comfortable.
“Cuantas horas para llegar a Monterrey?” (How many hours to get to Monterrey?) I asked our reluctant escorts.
Neither of our escorts could speak English, but it looked like they didn’t want to talk to me either. They were arguing in Spanish, looking back at me as if I had started the trouble. I couldn’t hear them to figure out what th
