San Francisco November 10, 1930
Mamacita linda,
Yesterday I wrote you a little letter when I arrived here. It was a very small letter and you should have received it by now. In this letter, I’ll tell you more details about the trip and everything else.
The train was seven and a half hours late so we had to stay in Guadalajara a long time. I was able to see the whole city: the museum, the churches, and all the most important places. We ate dinner there and at six thirty we left for Nogales, Sonora.
The route is just spectacular. The train travels all along the coast through Mazatlan, Tepic, Culiacan, and so on, until it arrives at Nogales on the border with the United States. That famous border is just a wire fence separating Nogales-Sonora from Nogales-Arizona. But you could say that it’s all the same. On the border the Mexicans speak English “re-bien ” and the gringos speak Spanish “y todos se hacen bolas. ” (everyone runs around in circles). They check passports on both sides. They give you a medical exam and then the train leaves for Los Angeles. You get there, more or less, in a day and a night.
I found Los Angeles exciting, as did Diego. Well, it’s a city…