Lets see if I can do a good old fashioned blog here with story and pictures..Because looking at another hour of work this afternoon just sounds too dreary for words. Not to mention that I have not blogged for awhile so I seem to have a bit of a back log of stories to do.
My sister came down from San Francisco for the “weekend” I have to put that in parenthesis, because by the time she leaves after work on Friday, gets to SoCal long after we are in bed, we have Saturday together and then Sunday it is time for her to make that fun drive back up the I5 again.
Just in time for Mexico, a new camera came in the mail for me! That ALWAYS makes my day.
Friday I had presents in the mail, yes I do think it is about my 5th one of these. Lets see how long it takes me to flood it! I did not want to carry my big camera around Tijuana (go figure) so this came in handy.
Baz, Syd and I were out of the house about 930 maybe…our clever plan was to park on the US side, and walk over to the Mexican side. I want to point out that ME, who couldn’t/didn’t walk for so many months volunteered the idea to WALK over to Mexico. Obviously I am feeling better!
So we parked…
Syd and Baz, US side parking lot
Looking over at Tijuana
Taking pictures like tourists
It was not too bad of a walk actually! Seemed fairly easy… Although getting closer to the border we felt like cows being funneled into the slaughter house. The concrete pathway became narrower, the barbed wire became more prominent and then turnstiles appeared saying “Mexico” Looking a bit like a prison I thought…
Mexican Border at San Ysidro
We all had our passports out thinking they were going to check them or something, but nope, we walked through the turnstiles, went past a few men with machine guns and voila! We were in Mexico….and immediately noticed that it was NOT QUITE that easy to walk back into the states as it was to go into Mexico…
The line up of pedestrians that was miles long, was a little..offputting as we wondered exactly how much time it would take to get back into the states. I shall tell you later, but I think we should have researched a bit better!
We decided to be really brave and got a cab driver to show us the sites, out to see the Bull Fighting Ring, The Border Fence, Rosarito, and just driving around..
Mexico looked like I remember it from 20 years ago in many parts…
Our taxi driver spoke no english…and our spanish consists of ordering beer, ice, washrooms and TOPES. Don’t ask why we know the word for speed bumps so well, lets just say it is from back in the blurry years in Cozumel…
The squirrels, chipmunks (whatever they are) and birds are much friendlier then the ones up the road in Huntington Beach! The long wall out into the water was sobering. We were all upset, it seemed like we were in Berlin. Lots of people on the Mexican side, nothing but Border Patrols on the US side…
Border wall with Mexico
Taking pictures of Syd
We took the obligatory pictures..
And then continued on down to Rosarito which supposingly is Spring Break central.
We managed to avoid all the horses that were waiting to take eager tourists for a run on the beach, although we were able to smell them quite nicely through our open windows..
We also managed to avoid getting taken in by all the men in sombrero’s yelling at us “Corona” every time we slowed down in Rosarito…Cuz we look like their demographic I suppose, who is going to start chugging Coronas at 1030 AM. Nice to know we still look like spring breakers!
Back To Tijuana, for a drive around the center…mostly we learnt something new. If you are wearing clothes that had to be sprayed on, and shoes with 5 inch clear acrylic heels, then you are a sex worker. I was absolutely amazed at how many were out trying to turn tricks in the noon day sun. Every flavor of heels with a chunky girl poured into too tight clothes (reminded me of Puerto Rico) and the other brand was the “school girl” look. Plenty of those too! Seemed like every girl had a guy on the sidewalk near her shining shoes??? Maybe it is a cultural thing, have sex and they shine your shoes in the meantime? What do I know.
Also saw plenty of poor donkeys painted as Zebras on Revolution Road. I just felt sorry for them and certainly did not want my gringo picture taken with them!
Donkeys? Zebras? You decide…
It was all very colorful anyways, and we had a good tour around. We probably paid through the nose for it, but that is ok!
We really did not linger, remembering the line up that was at the border to get back to the US. We were deposited at the end of the pedestrian lane, which I believe had gotten longer…and tried to figure out how we were going to make this shorter. There is no line for “white pale people” here it is GENERAL PUBLIC, of which we were.
We weighed our options, looked at the line…
At the end of the line
and decided there was probably a reason that right where the line was there was a tour company that promised to take you across quickly for $10. a person. At that time we thought double that would have been a bargain, so we signed up to get our tour tickets!
Buying our tour tickets to the border!
Waited 15 minutes for a little bus, and then, found out that although we were actually in a separate lane to the right, along with another billion tour companies doing this, but our wait to get across the border was TWO hours. We knew we were in trouble when they stopped the bus and turned off the engine and the driver picks up a newspaper. Multiple times! Without a word to us, but we could tell from the mutters from the Spanish people after his speech that THEY knew we would have a two hour wait.
By the time we arrived at the border, he finally said in perfectly good english that the tour was over with at the border here and if we “enjoyed it” we could tip the driver! We passed on that one. Don’t feel sorry for us though, apparently the pedestrian line was over 3 hours and the car lines up to 4 hours!!!! Good information to file away for next time hey? Busiest border crossing in about the world people!
After that we needed FOOD! And what does any self respecting diabetic do when out and looking for something to eat? Well, no they don’t find salad cuz that they cannot eat raw vegetables, they find protein.
And our protein just happened to be in the Gaslight district of San Diego and was a Brazilian all the meat you can eat deal! Not as good as Texas De Brazil we found, but still darn tasty, and with the nice crab legs that were sliced down the middle for us as an addition, we all ate our daily calorie allotment in protein. Didn’t even go near the salad bar!
Dei do Gado Brazilian Steakhouse
Walked a bit to watch the fun and frivolity..Obviously a few bachelorette parties wandering around from the veils I saw on women! Can’t quite see the point of having to PEDDLE to get your beer though personally!
Balboa Theater San Diego
The Jacaranda Trees every where were in full bloom. My mom would like them
There was an interesting musical theater on at one of the theaters, Mix Tape, but not playing last night otherwise we would have stayed for that. We were perfectly satisfied with our day though and made our way home…
A good day and there is my story for the month….