Stepping off the cruise ship into Ensenada felt like entering into a different rhythm. The salty Pacific air carried the hum of vendors along the malecon, and the city seemed to pulse with color and sound… I only had a few hours, and I wanted to try everything.
I bought a hoodie and a dress shirt at Habana Banana, which are now long gone but linger in my memory as proof of a very good time.
My entire family was with me while we were snorkeling in the Pacific with all the jellyfish. Jill got stung on both her asses.
Yes, Jill is my family… The middle child so ignored she’s not even in any family pictures. 😉
I’m so glad that we have the memory of Ensenada together, because it was my job to drive everyone around in the Jeep we rented. I loved that Jeep, a little green Wrangler with a stick shift that looked like it had seen better days.
Plus, I just love being in Mexico. There’s been this Americanization of other countries where when you travel, it doesn’t really feel like you’ve left the US. In Mexico, it is clear you have left Kansas and are somewhere over the rainbow.
Ensenada is my happy place because it feels as relaxed as Galveston, Texas and as temperate as Portland, Oregon. I can see why it is so popular among retirees, and who knows? Maybe I’ll be one of them.
I speak Spanish like a preschooler, though. Send help.
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