From the Interns: What Five Days at the Border Taught Me
A couple of days ago, I flew from New York to San Diego with my Spanish class. Five hours later, we were standing in front of the actual U.S.-Mexico border wall. It was right next to a mall, which is a weird positioning nobody warns you about. We ate lunch, hopped on a bus, and then walked across into Tijuana.Going through customs was surprisingly smooth, but what stuck with me was realizing that this is what hundreds of thousands of people do every single day. For us, it sort of felt like a field trip. For a lot of people, it's routine.The first stop in Tijuana was Las Playas, a beachy…