On a whim, we decided we just had to go to Mexico for the day. Maybe we were experiencing some itch for adventure, maybe we were going a little stir crazy or maybe the smell of fresh carne asada street tacos was making its way up to our house and calling our names. Whatever the reason, we ended up in Tijuana last Saturday and things got a little out of hand.
The thunder that morning woke us up, but we didn’t let it stop us. We drove down without mentioning the rain with true convictions that the rain would not be an issue. It was kind of an issue.
We drove around the city for about an hour, making circles on the freeways, lots of u-turns while Clay and I shot back and forth to each other about why we were going the wrong direction yet again. Was it his driving? Was it because he couldn’t follow directions? Or was it because I am a terrible navigator? We finally agreed to disagree about who was at fault and Clay lightened the mood by stating we would be terrible partners on the amazing race trying to navigate around foreign countries with one million dollars at stake. 100% true.
We finally made it to the downtown Revolucion street, wandered the vendor’s shops, ate tacos to our hearts content, splashed around in puddles, Clay made small talk with the locals, (I think he was in heaven being able to use his Spanish), and I preyed on all of the Mexican blankets, woven rugs and turquoise jewelry! Heavens, good stuff.
We made our way, (again with the directions… yikes…) to Playas de Tijuana where they had live music, a couple clowns on a stage performing, fresh coconuts, more tacos, and the best mangoes with chili and lime I had ever tasted. Seriously, why is not a thing in the US?! It needs to be.
Sounds nuts, but I think one of my favorite parts of the trip was waiting in line to cross the border back into the US. Seriously, it was an event in itself. There were vendors EVERYWHERE taking advantage of the sea of customers that literally cannot move. So they knocked on our window asking if we wanted to buy basically anything and everything. And we did. We bought churros, pinacoco ice cream, a mexican blanket, and some gum. I passed on the giant piñatas, Mary statues, and the chihuahua puppy. Seriously. Someone was trying to sell my a tiny chihuahua puppy. That is my greatest weakness, so hard for me to say no. I hope it found a good home.