My stomach clenched as the police car whipped across the center divider. I let up on the gas as I watched it approach in my rear view mirror. Things were not getting off to a good start.
I thought this trip would be the proverbial piece of cake. Younger daughter Rosie needs her wisdom teeth out. A little research spurred by my lack of dental insurance and the prohibitive $2,000+ price tag in our home city turned up the fabulous idea of a trip to Mexico via San Diego for the operation.
A dear friend, M., now living close to the border, had discovered an excellent Mexican dentist who performed wonders on her mouth at a fraction of the cost she would have incurred stateside.
This was sounding better and better. Instead of coughing up two grand, I could get in a trip to Southern California, a visit with M., a pass through Santa Cruz which would include a visit with older daughter Ciel, and an all around adventure. Even with travel expenses, I would come out ahead financially since the Mexican dentist charged about a fifth of the cost for wisdom teeth removal here in Eureka area.
Plus, I just like to get out of town every few months, and see the rest of the world beyond this Redwood Curtain. Continue reading