Peter: "You're going to Tijuana? Don't go. Seriously. Don't go."
Dana: "But I'm from there. My parents live there."
Peter: "Ok, but be careful."
And off we went. Dana and I. Towards the home of the legendary Ceasar's Salad.
Dana told me that Tijuana is just like LA. Judging from the amount of prostitutes, I'd say it was more like Amsterdam.
For those who are not into sex, there is plenty of other stuff to do. For example shopping!
The "Obleas" candy is amazing! Two thin wafers filled with caramel.
When walking around downtown Tijuana, we've seen this kid playing with bottles.
We later drove to get some ice cream (in a store owned by Placido's Domingo's son) and checked out the famous "Minarete", which is just a glorified name for a fancy chimney.
And of course, the trip to Tijuana would not be complete without taking a photo of the zonkey (zebra donkey) on the street corner.