MEXICO is the place to be!
We took one last trip before due date to check our time share in Rosarito down the Baja, some 40 min from the border.
Flight to Long Beach (the airport consists of a bunch of trailers and a chicken wire fence...) and rented a Corolla that we upgraded in San Diego to a Mustang convertible. Posh.
Driving around Rosarito made us almost regret it. All Mexican cars have dents and scratches from their distinct driving habits.
Kimball wanted to chase some real estate of course, so we found an agent named Blanca who showed us around the area and took us to some sweet lots.
Hanging out with a real estate agent really is one of the best ways to get a feel for a place and check out the local scene.
The place is also apparently famous for the fresh lobster so late lunch consisted of lobster with beans and rice. And tortillas.
The Mexican border is crazy. Getting in is a breeze. A couple of guys with flash lights checking your face, the backseat and the trunk. I have no idea what they're looking for.
Americans we're trying to smuggle into Mexico?
Getting back to the U.S. is tedious.
4 hours and a couple of rude officers later we finally got through (I didn't go the the restroom the WHOLE TIME).
There are a ton of people trying to sell you stuff that only look good in Mexico. Sombreros, hand carved wooden crosses, pictures of natives, clay pitchers with matching cups.
Then there's the stuff that doesn't look good anywhere. 2Pac blankets, Hello Kitty piggy banks, statuettes of various saints, grotesque statuettes of Jesus Christ complete with blood and rolling eyes.
The resort La Paloma is lovely. Right on the beach and very lush with lots of flowers, shrubs and trees.
On site restaurant with excellent food and fresh home made juice. That was I call living it up!
Kimball frolicked by the sea.
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| Deserted beach |
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| Lava rocks |
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| Explorer |
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| Classic pose |
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| Prego feet |
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| Mustang Sally |
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