re: #135 SanFranciscoZionist

I think I’ve written of this before, but when we went down for the cousin’s wedding, my dad decided that I was going to be the member of the family who spoke Spanish and would ask for directions and deal with the natives.

Unfortunately, I don’t really speak Spanish.

We went through Tijuana with me sticking my head out of the window and screaming “La playa Rosarito…donde?”

People would point. We got there.

It was pretty funny, in retrospect.

The beauty of travelling to Mexico. They want us to visit, they NEED us to visit. Severed heads fear mongering aside.