It sounds so sweet with the sun sinking low
The moon's so bright like to light up the night
Make everything all right - James Taylor
And that's why God made Mexico
A place where we can lay low
And the Cuervo goes down nice and slow
And the warm wind blows
That's why God made Mexico - Tim McGraw
Took a drive east. Made that right turn just before Arizona. Down through the Quechan Indian Reservation, down to the border. Parked in a huge lot just feet from "The Wall". Then, we made that crossing into Mexico. Los Algodones, The cottons. A tourist (turistas?) shopping town. The town is made up of old and questionably constructed buildings crowded together. The shops offer mainly drugstores, dentists (many are actually members of the ADA), liquor stores, restaurants, clothing, knick knacks, and taverns.
It was a lot of fun and we wandered around, trying various types of tequila, and generally having fun and people pushing things in our view hoping we'll buy. We stopped for lunch in a courtyard for tacos and enchialldas. Later, before going home, we stopped at a tavern called La Parrilla (the grill) where we had some great appitizers and fantastic conversation with a bartender named Jose. Apparently, tequila is only authentic if it comes from the state of Cotija.
When we left, we had to stand in a very long, slow moving line to get out. This is because you have to get by a customs official who seemed to only be concerned about how much liquor you were bringing back. There is a 1 liter per person allowance.
We met a few people and had some great conversations. We even met a fellow from North Dakota. Small world.
"May I see your passport, please"
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