Feb 24, 2002

Tijuana Taxi

Border crossing is not for the faint of heart -- or for those in any sort of a hurry.

After collecting assorted Chinese delicacies for dinner tonight, my sister and I took note of the fact that we are very lucky to be Chinese. The joys of a cuisine and a culture that are so foreign to so many -- they are ours. Things that are delicious, things that are unusual, things that are downright weird. I don't know if it is the result of a childhood's worth of travel, but I seldom feel like a foreigner. Not in Mexico. Not in an Asian market. Not anywhere. Outsider, yes. Foreigner, no.

Is it fairly customary for taxi drivers in Tijuana to offer first a taxi, then -- upon declination -- a massage and then an outright marriage proposal? What a friendly nation!

My eyes hurt today.

posted by Mary Forrest at 11:43 PM | Back to Monoblog


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