Limbo

Our agent Samuel came to see us last night. He tells us that he is just waiting - the permissions arrive from Mexico City. He can get our money back, and we could try with a different agency, but what if the permissions are arriving as we take our next breath? 

We have also checked other options. If I had my FM3, my longterm visa, I could take a car into Mexico with California plates, and keep it there. There’s a consulate right here in Nogales, but it appears that it takes at least a couple of weeks to get the visa.

We also called in bigger guns. Alfonso, the customs agent we used for our move, also works with vehicles - who knew? He was going to stop by last night to give us advice, but he just - didn’t. We called him this morning but he was in a meeting. But he might be able to do this for us - he's had years of experience.

We give up. We are staring another weekend in the face, drinking thermos coffee the cook gives secretly gives us. There's nothing to be done. But wait. Limbo.