If this picture was all I knew of the person on the left, I would not trust her any farther than I could throw her. Which isn't usually very far, in case you've never tried to throw yourself.
Eric loves the amount of leg room available to him.
Driving in Tijuana is a fearsome thing. I hope I go to my grave without ever having done it.
This wall was erected as part of Operation Gatekeeper, and as far as I can tell, was the only noticeable difference the operation made. People trying to get across the border would tell you otherwise, but it didn't change much for me as an American. Admittedly, I was 11 when this all went down, so I wasn't paying keen attention.
One thing I do remember very vividly is that my grandmother had a ranch out east, which became the hip new place to cross the border. She suddenly had an influx of unwelcome people camping on her property. One day, when "protecting our border" was all the rage, some of her friends stumbled upon an encampment on her property. The people camping threatened them with guns. When they returned to the ranch (safely), they called the Border Patrol, who, despite their newly doubled budget, couldn't be bothered to come out and evict the campers. The police wouldn't do anything about it because it's the border patrol's job. This, as far as I can tell, is the only effect of Operation Gatekeeper.
Curse this truck for getting in the way of the view!
This is relatively new development. The strip along the toll road between Tijuana and Rosarito is slowly being turned into waterfront houses/condos. All the ads are in English.
The funny thing about this, if something can be found funny about a billboard involving child sex tourism, is that it's right in front of a legitimate tourist attraction.
Eric and I noticed this in the Cruz Roja waiting room. Nothing like nice, dry preservatives while you're waiting to hear about your loved one.