
Tijuana, Mexico….. Last time I was there I was 12-13 years old. I don’t quite remember. All I remember was I was with cousins and it was such an adventure, and I don’t think I had any ID at all, but the border guard just believed me and let me back into the US. This time, it was just as easy to cross the boarder into Mexico. Everything seemed a little bit cleaner, but there were still all the vendors using whatever catch they could to get you to come into their store to buy cheaply made trinkets that you really don’t need. My favorite line this time was “Free Parking” I guess for the stroller that Evan really didn’t want to ride in but loved pushing around. It was a sort nap day for him.
Unlike last time we were in line for just under 2 hours trying to get back into the US with about 2,000 other people. Evan and I have passports from our Europe adventures last year and we made sure to bring those. The boarder agent took them and handed them right back. He didn’t even look at the pictures. I felt a little jipped, at least scan them for the amount of time I’ve spend in this line. At least it wasn’t 100 degrees. So I now feel I can go another 20 years without a visit to Tijuana. And I’m reminded why I like the US so much!
