On my thirtieth day in Tijuana, I celebrate my migration with a photo of a migrant family. I met this family as I was wandering around shooting photos on Sunday. They have this pretty aquamarine & lavender house, and as I was shooting a photo of it, they asked me to take their picture, too. Then they invited me to sit down and have a coca-cola with them. Like so many tens of thousands in Tijuana, they migrated here for a better life–the mother is from Oaxaca and her husband is from Sinaloa, their baby is a new Tijuanense. Tomorrow I'm going back to hang out with them again. 
