You know that it would be untrue, you know that I would be a liar, if I was to say to you.....that Baja is the same. Well, let's face it. It's not. A darkness has come to town, and there's an eerie hush on the streets. No young spring-breakers kicking back shooters, no joyful mariachi tunes drifting out of the open-air bars and restaurants. Empty taxis line up along the streets, tethered like horses, waiting for the tourists who have all but disappeared. The heart of the city beats silently into the night longing for the love affair with America that once was.....
It's insane! Rosarito is safer now than it's ever been. There are policia everywhere you look. Not to mention the Rambo-never-looked-so-good Army brigade ready to take out an entire cartel if necessary. What more do Americans want? And there are the tourist police - a special force created just for, yep, that's right.....you guys, the tourists.
Let's not let the light go out....it's wonderful, it's safe, it's beautiful and it's more affordable than ever! Now get down there, all you chickens....cluck, cluck...drop some cash, drink, catch some rays, drink, swim, get a facial, eat, (did I mention drink?) and feel the warmth of these gentle, generous people.
Oh yeah, don't forget the taxis......
God...this post is making me water at the mouth! How can a 7 month, miserable pregnant person get to that kind of heaven as fast as she possibly can?
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