And Then There Were Eleven
The pitted, furrowed road was not kind to the dusty white van. Our tired bodies jerked this way and that. We bounced along past piles of debris, slatted wood homes, and crumbling graffiti-riddled walls on each side of us. Being our second day outside Mazatlan, Mexico, the scene outside our windows was a familiar one. Although, a … More And Then There Were Eleven