After we were thwarted by the rain yesterday, we woke up only a stone’s throw from the Mexican border and walked over for the afternoon. To enter Mexico, you go through a couple of turnstiles, but there are no checks of any kind to enter the country. We were short on time, so we headed for the tourist area and walked around for a couple hours. We found a low-key restaurant (the one that didn’t have a bunch of people outside trying to get us to come in), sat watching a soccer game, and quickly took in as many stereotypical Mexican foods as possible: chips and salsa, tacos, huaraches, a margarita, aqua fresca, and we were even treated by the owner to a sample of tequila. At passport control on the way back, we were one of the few Americans passing through and attracted a bit more scrutiny, but we made it back without any problems.
Then…we headed back east for the last time (!). We drove through the desert, stopping at a rather run-down motel in Twentynine Palms, which lays at the entrance of Joshua Tree National Park. I was expecting a laid-back hippy-ish sort of town, but the largest Marine base in the US in located outside of the town, so there were more crewcuts than dreadlocks at the local pizza joint.
-M
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