electricorca112 said:It’s a shame you had such a rough time at that World Cup. I really hope you were in Poreč before you hit San Diego, because honestly, you can't imagine anyone being targeted there just for being a Mexican.
If you weren't, then you just made a bad call on where to go (between Poreč and San Diego).
I didn't make it to Poreč; I was just feeling too lazy to drive all that way.
Well, I wouldn't say I had a *bad* time, per se. I watched the game, endured stares like I somehow had three eyes, patched up two flat tires, listened to people honestly telling me they couldn't guarantee my safety, and then burned rubber on the way back. I love sports, but I guess I love my head staying attached to my neck even more. 🙂
I actually thought they wouldn't mess with my car because of those Canadian plates, but then I remembered the Skoda Banja Luka sticker on the back window. 🙂...and the address for the Skoda Mexican Army dealership... man, God help your tires. 🙂
Anyway, there was this weird, nagging sense of anxiety and knots in my stomach, but physically, no one actually laid a hand on me. To be fair, I wasn't displaying my ID, and I kept all my identifying stuff tucked away in the trunk just like the police recommended. 🙂