Day Two: Crossing Borders

We had crossed the border at Otay Mesa. We had checked in at our hotel and then returned to the border, this time to Mexican immigration for a visa that would enable us to visit the Medtronic maquiladora inside Mexico. We were crossing borders within borders it seemed. And within the Medtronic maquila, yet more borders of a different sort, separating us by clean rooms and security from the workers painstakingly sewing stents and building medical devices to save lives across the world.