I remember the night I moved to Tijuana.
I had planned everything. I would rent a place at the beach. Live for a couple nights in the Gardens motel and find a small apartment for maybe two hundred dollars. As close to the beach as possible.
I had already made a couple day trips down, ridden the clattering city busses out to Playas de Tijuana, the beach neighborhood, and decided that was where I wanted to live.
So that night, March... when was it, March 10th? Wednesday... Yes, I think it was. March 10, 1999...
Or maybe it was Thursday the 11th...?
I remember the night I moved to Tijuana.
I had planned everything. I would rent a place at the beach. Live for a couple nights in the Gardens motel and find a small apartment for maybe two hundred dollars. As close to the beach as possible.
I had already made a couple day trips down, ridden the clattering city busses out to Playas de Tijuana, the beach neighborhood, and decided that was where I wanted to live.
So that night, March... when was it, March 10th? Wednesday... Yes, I think it was. March 10, 1999...
Or maybe it was Thursday the 11th...?