In the colorful town of San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, with its temperate weather and stunning architecture, people spend their days relaxing on park benches that front La Parroquía, a towering neo-Gothic church of pink stone, which sits in El Centro, the center of town. People lose themselves strolling along the famed cobblestone sidewalks or grabbing a taco streetside and popping into a café. In the last few years, since Trump's first term, a growing number of these people have been American immigrants.
For three euphoric months, a newly opened climbing gym near my house allowed me to bring a dozen rowdy toddlers from my kids' friend group to strap into their sit harnesses for a brief, adorably awkward clamber up the rock wall. Alas, all good things must come to an end, especially the ones that should never have been allowed in the first place.