Playas del Tijuana – April 29, 2017
Maybe a true traveler doesn’t really know why traveling is so essential, it’s so much a part of one’s soul. I sure don’t. Maybe it’s an addiction, or a neurosis. There are the usual “excuses”: to broaden your horizons, see incredible sights, blah blah. That’s all true. A great friend of mine, Josh Rosen, and I were talking once and the subject of my getting up and hitting the road soon came up. He said, “Yeah, it’s about that time, eh Jess?” We laughed and I was soon gone.
It’s like asking why I breathe, though I did feel that getting down to sea level from 6500 feet up might help the breathing difficulty I was experiencing in the mountains. After three years in San Miguel de Allende, I found myself thinking of all this as it faded away in my rear-view mirror. A town is really just a collection of boxes. It’s the people inside that count. San Miguel de Allende has some particularly beautiful boxes. But it’s the people I love and miss already. This is the digital age, though. Pretty easy to stay in touch with the ones I’ve come to love. It’s not the same, but it’ll have to to.
As I dig my toes in the sand here on the beach just outside the infamous Tijuana, Playas del Tijuana, I’m thinking about how Tijuana itself got it’s reputation. I read that during prohibition it was easily excessible to Southern California. The booze flowed and so did the women, gathering in what is now the red-light district known as the Avenido Revolucion. It’s only a small area and doesn’t deserve all the attention, as there is a city with over a million people thriving outside of it, experiencing a renaissance of sorts, though there’s been a major crime spike of late. Tomorrow I move to a new place, my secluded beach home near Ensenada.
I’ve have lived close to the beach before in Bali, LA, even Coney Island! I left San Miguel with my heart thumping, most of my belongings in the trunk and backseat of the car being driven down by a separate service. Going the minimalist route this time. I realized while liquidating before this move that I had gathered a lot of “stuff” (see George Carlin) After watching a documentary on minimalism, It would be my mission to lighten my load. Now before adding anything, I ask myself “Do I need this or do I simply I WANT this? Will it enrich my life or simply weigh me down?” I had acquired so much this time around that I looked at all my stuff and wondered, “Where did all this shit come from?”
As usual my trusty sidekick, Princess Tofu, has endured. There was some squawking and meowing on my way to the airport. Then, the drugs kicked in and all that quieted down. I tucked her under the seat next to mine and the plane took off. She’ll be cross eyed for about a day, then back to her loving, sober, purring lap-cat self again. When we drive down, she’ll ride shotgun from the back seat, stealthily watching for bad hombres and hoping we might someday stop for some tasty road kill.
Tomorrow I move to a new place, my beach home outside or Ensenada. I’ve have lived close to the beach before in Bali, LA, even Coney Island! I left San Miguel yesterday morning heavy heart thumping, most of my belongings in the trunk and backseat of the car being driven down by a separate service. Going the minimalist route this time. I realized while liquidating before this move that I had gathered a lot of “stuff” (see, “George Carlin”)
For now, I’m going to watch the sunset, ￼head over to the doggie park across the street to get my daily Doggie Fix, then walk down the beach to a pizza shop where the guy made his own adobe oven. Best pizza I’ve had outside of New York City.
I’ll have my car delivered in the morning, pack it up and head on down the coast to my new home near Ensenada. Let’s see how long I last there. Can’t let too much moss grow under my feet now, can I?