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Summer in Ensenada

posted 11/28/04
Once the horses, Merlin (my 14 year old cat) and I were settled, summer was in full swing. The weather was never intolerable as Ensenada is on the Pacific and usually an ocean breeze cools things down.

I spent the summer working with the horses and conducting lessons.

My friend Alejandra and I drove to San Diego one Saturday to collect my things from the quarantine ranch that the American hauler had so kindly brought for me, such as my computer, stereo, books and other personal effects. The drive to Tijuana is about an hour and a half. The wait at the border was about forty-five minutes, during which time I saw and photographed many interesting things. Street vendors are everywhere. Alejandra told me not to make eye contact with them, otherwise they would all be crowding around the car since I am a gringa. I did as she said but managed to sneak in a few photos of the lively activity at the border crossing.

I saw all kinds of things, things for sale that I can't imagine why anyone would buy, like the little thingies with the bobbing heads and plaster representations of religious figures and really bright and tacky looking sombreros. There are also many food vendors there and I saw grandmas munching on ice lollies and hot dogs while they waited in their cars to cross.

The American border patrol people were friendly with us and we crossed without incident.


Coming back is a bit different; there are video surveillance cameras everywhere and you pass through lanes with lights. A green light means keep going and a red light means uh-oh, you are going to be inspected. Even with a van full of boxes, we made it through the lane with the green light. Alejandra told me when to smile and wave at the cameras in a pretty way, which apparently worked. Strange.

My next blog will be about the horse races and all the silly stuff that happens there!

- Triana Elan

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