Spike, the trip over here with the trailer was a piece of cake with the exception of the last turn into the gate. Barb and Beej have inquired as to how this went, also.
I was feeling sassy making my final approach as I drove down callejon San Antonio abreast of the Plaza de San Antonio. It had been a bumpy but uneventful ride to this point.
So then I got here to this intersection. Callejon San Antonio is the street coming over my right shoulder as I took this photo. See that pickup truck with the silver topper on the box parked on the right side of the street down there?
I had told Señora the evening before that I would be here at 11:00 a.m., and I was right on time. Her son and main gun, Hans, was standing out in the street at this intersection waiting for me. I could not believe it and was enormously relieved to see him.
So here is the gate where I had to turn in. The pickup with the silver topper was moved for me. I am telling ya! It was tight. I have no idea how that German couple got their little monster in.
However, this kind of thing is all in a day's work for the Mexicans. All Mexican men are really into these difficult driving projects. It is a participatory sport, not a spectator sport. Once Hans opened the gate and started to guide me in, two pedestrians also spontaneously joined into the project. I had three road guides, Hans in front, one pedestrian guy at my left rear, and the other pedestrian guy at my right rear.
I had to back up a couple of times, but eventually we shoe-horned the truck and trailer in.