No mas...
Thanks to rampant Mexican inflation, our normal stomping ground, the Hotel Lucerna, was priced beyond our reach this time, so we ended up staying a short distance down the boulevard -- in what happened to be the same hotel as that of the visiting Naranjeros of Hermosillo, whom we'd seen the year before in Hermosillo. Gasoline now costs more here than in the United States.
The stadium was somewhat rebuilt, but in the wake of 9-11, not as much fun. Mexicali tactical cops searched everybody coming in, and anything so much as a loud disagreement was swooped upon and squelched immediately; no more entertaining beer-fueled fights in the stands.
Bamoa restaurant, with its mixture of hearty Mexican food and fresh-squeezed fruit juices, was still glorious, but a visit to the big shopping mall in down, across from the state capital center, was downright depressing. Worse, our favorite dinner spot in town, La Leņa, is gone, converted into something else. What few sights there are to be seen here, we've already seen several times. For us, the bloom is off this desert rose.
Adios, Mexicali. Que le vaya muy bien. |
