I had the week of the fourth off of
work, but Brooke didn’t. So I decided to take off for a bit and
visit San Diego.
I went to the Del Mar fair. I was
surprised at just how expensive the food at the fair has gotten over
the years, a turkey leg cost 12 bucks! We ended up getting 4 turkey
leg street tacos and splitting it between me, my two brothers and my
dad.
On one of the days I decided to visit
Mexico with my friend Fernando and his fiancee Chris. We got tacos,
of course. And I saw a man balancing bread on his head.
While there, I looked at some of the
interesting architecture of the city. I noticed there were no grass
lawns. The way the homes are built is so stream of consciousness to
me. Like it seems like the homes just happened, and not that they
were planned in advance. I kind of like it, it has a sort of flair to
it. Some might say a pile of rubble is unsightly, but it kind of
gives the place character.
While there, I spoke to Fernando's
Grandmother. She told me about how violent the city had become: “The
men would rob your necklace and earrings, and if you didn’t have
anything to take, they would kill you.”
While on a hill overlooking the city of
Tijuana, I thought about how much of a difference a line can make.
Just a line is the difference between English and Spanish, between
relative safety and relative danger.
Other than that, I pretty much played a
lot of Cuphead and Fortnight.
