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