Sunday, August 28, 2016

Days 26 & 27- Buenos días!

It’s been 12 years since traveling in Europe and a couple since Canada.




Roma


 Nevertheless, these last few days in Mexico reminds one of just how uniquely different this foreign country is from all the others I have visited. The colors used in places such as Umbria and Provence are bright and cheery. They make purple and yellow look beautiful, but somehow those same colors- and every other shade dotting the barren hillsides on the way down the coast in Mexico- look out of place and, unfortunately, dirty.


So the resort south of Puerto Nuevo called La Fonda (should we really call it a resort?) is differently charming. That is to say, charmingly run- down.




However the very rustic beach- view room with a huge veranda just steps from the sand (albeit very steep steps – and a lot of them) is a great value. Food and service are excellent, and reasonably priced.  Therefore, the dichotomy of the coat hanger screwed into the ceiling to hold up the shower curtain is indicative of what one finds throughout the whole property. Of course, I live in a motor home…

It is true that once you have arrived to one’s Mexican destination, there is a tendency to slug Tequila. I actually resisted this urge showing the kind of grace and will- power possessed by very few of my friends, and myself, on all previous visits. See how I have matured?

And then, there is the Rosarita Beach Hotel. The wife and I decided to have one final Margarita while looking into staying there on the next trip. Compared to where we had been, it seemed like Disneyland!




 The total opposite of the poverty surrounding it. Once inside that arch, the atmosphere becomes Santa Barbara- like. And it totally hides the cruel reality of the two- hour and 45 min. wait in line one endures to cross back to civilization. An appreciation of this country invariably ensues. 



So this is the question; does the value on the beach justify the wait at the border?  The jury consisting of my wife and I, and my bladder, - sans motor- man’s friend – says probably not.


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