Tecate December 28,
2018
I was at the Denver airport reading the departures board
listing flights to many foreign and exotic places while waiting for my return
flight to San Diego after visiting Boulder to see the Colorado Conservatory of
Dance’s product of The Nutcracker when it hit me that I had not been out of the
country all year. And that would just not do. But it was too late to try and
put together an extended trip to a foreign land. So, the obvious option was a
day trip to Mexico.
Living in San Diego, Mexico is usually an easy trip. We used
to take surf trips to Baja on a regular basis – cross the border in the early
morning, surf uncrowded waves at Baja Malibu or K 38, lunch on fresh lobster
(complete with unlimited beans and rice and fresh handmade tortillas for around
five bucks) at Puerto Nuevo and then back across the border and home by the
early afternoon. Sometimes we would go down simply for lunch. I love Mexico,
but in recent years it has become such a hassle crossing the border back into
the US at San Ysidro with multi-hour waits, that I have fallen out of the habit
of visiting.
Knowing about the lines at the border in Tijuana, I decided
to give Tecate a try. Was really glad I did. The drive to the border was quite
pretty once I got off the Interstate and onto the back roads, which wound
through green hills past small farms and ranches. I parked on the US side of
the border and walked across. Coming back into the US was seamless, only two or
three people were in line ahead of me.
Tecate seemed like a real Mexican town, not a border town
like Tijuana. In fact as far as I could tell, I was the only gringo in the
restaurant where I stopped for lunch. Many Mexican towns, including Tecate,
grow up around a zocalo or town square. My lunch restaurant was right at the
edge of the square and afforded great people watching. There were families
walking together enjoying the beautiful day, young couples obviously on dates
and older men sitting on benches in the shade talking. A very peaceful and
comforting setting. And with my trip being around Christmas, the zocalo was
decorated to celebrate the season.
It felt good to be in an unfamiliar environment and to practice
my rudimentary Spanish. Am sure most everybody I encountered probably spoke
better English than I spoke Spanish, but still I persisted in trying to speak
Spanish to them, sometimes I think much to their amusement. Next year I will
have to make a greater effort to spend time out of the US.