Hot Summer Night
I won't complain. Conditions are much hotter elsewhere, but I want October to happen now. As usual, I am up during the wee hours of the morning, having languished all day trying to stay cool. Night time is the only time I can work and think!
I am giving you some summer flavor of my life here in Ensenada. One disturbing thing of note is more crime. This is the statistically the safest city in Mexico to live, but there has been a crime wave occurring here for the past few months that has been nothing short of disturbing.
An acquaintance of ours, who lives on the south side of town near the beach, was savagely beaten recently by burglars and airlifted to Mercy Hospital in San Diego. This lady is older, probably in her 60's or so. They broke her finger trying to get a ring off of it. That was the least of her injuries. After about 10 days in the U.S., she returned home today after having assured us all that she was fine.
At that end of town, where I lived for a year and a half with Zoila and her two kids, there is escalating crime. The road I lived on and loved, Pedro Loyola, has become a sort of slum now. Much more traffic and unsavory activity around there. One couple I spoke to commented that there was gang activity operating out of the junkyard just a few blocks from where I lived. That doesn't surprise me.
This town is changing an awful lot; yet it still has its own charm and beauty. Am I afraid? No. But cautious, always.
On the brighter side, there is always something to do and something interesting to see here. Friday night Zoila and I went to the local carnival again and we had a blast. We didn't take the cameras, which is too bad, but we might go back again during the week. The carnival is typical traveling fare, with the rides and games and concerts and contests. We went on the Tilt-A-Whirl and laughed and screamed. After that I decided to ride the mechanical bull. I will take this opportunity to brag about the fact that I, a middle-aged woman, outlasted all the 20-something guys on the mechanical bull. And it was my first time on one!
Tourists abound, lots of loud, blaring music, Hussong's and Papas & Beer have Americans packed in their drinking establishments and Ensenada is bustling with activity. I like to dip my toe in downtown once a week or so just to see what's going on.
I hope you enjoy the photos, little moments of my life here.
I am giving you some summer flavor of my life here in Ensenada. One disturbing thing of note is more crime. This is the statistically the safest city in Mexico to live, but there has been a crime wave occurring here for the past few months that has been nothing short of disturbing.
An acquaintance of ours, who lives on the south side of town near the beach, was savagely beaten recently by burglars and airlifted to Mercy Hospital in San Diego. This lady is older, probably in her 60's or so. They broke her finger trying to get a ring off of it. That was the least of her injuries. After about 10 days in the U.S., she returned home today after having assured us all that she was fine.
At that end of town, where I lived for a year and a half with Zoila and her two kids, there is escalating crime. The road I lived on and loved, Pedro Loyola, has become a sort of slum now. Much more traffic and unsavory activity around there. One couple I spoke to commented that there was gang activity operating out of the junkyard just a few blocks from where I lived. That doesn't surprise me.
This town is changing an awful lot; yet it still has its own charm and beauty. Am I afraid? No. But cautious, always.
On the brighter side, there is always something to do and something interesting to see here. Friday night Zoila and I went to the local carnival again and we had a blast. We didn't take the cameras, which is too bad, but we might go back again during the week. The carnival is typical traveling fare, with the rides and games and concerts and contests. We went on the Tilt-A-Whirl and laughed and screamed. After that I decided to ride the mechanical bull. I will take this opportunity to brag about the fact that I, a middle-aged woman, outlasted all the 20-something guys on the mechanical bull. And it was my first time on one!
Tourists abound, lots of loud, blaring music, Hussong's and Papas & Beer have Americans packed in their drinking establishments and Ensenada is bustling with activity. I like to dip my toe in downtown once a week or so just to see what's going on.
I hope you enjoy the photos, little moments of my life here.
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