Before leaving Rosarito we decided to explore the area a little more. We found more shops, restaurants, and resorts, but my favorite discovery was the big J.C. standing loud and proud atop this hill.
Eventually we stopped for an early dinner at a restaurant one of the locals had recommended to us. It was called Splash and it had an adorable little courtyard out back. Since few (if any) of the buildings are air conditioned, you’d have to be crazy to pass up the opportunity to dine al fresco with the cool ocean breeze.
Then came the entrees. I ordered fish tacos, which turned out to be massive. Jason ordered a swordfish steak, which was equally huge. It’s tough to get a sense of scale, but the steak is a bit larger than my hand.
One of the things I liked best about dining in Mexico was the service. Being an American, I’m very accustomed to a customer-oriented service economy where wait staff lives off their customer’s generosity (or lack there0f). One of my biggest pet peeves about Europe is that their servers tend to have a very “I’ll serve you at my convenience” attitude. It’s been explained to me that this is because servers are paid a respectable salary there and don’t rely on tips. So while guests are expected to tip less, they also expect inferior service. While I don’t know how Mexican servers are paid, they offered impeccable service at every turn. We tipped generously to show our appreciation.
We had a long night ahead of us, so I was in bed by 10:00. At 1:20 Jason woke me up and told me it was time to go home. We loaded everything into the car and headed up to the U.S. of A. As I mentioned before, leaving our country was a breeze but getting back was a little more challenging. The border is notorious for long lines of traffic, and despite waiting until the middle of the night, we were there for several hours. I dozed in the passenger seat while Jason struggled to stay awake at the wheel. After several hours and a short list of questions, we were allowed to continue home. We pulled into our parking garage at exactly 5:00 AM. I shuffled up to bed for about an hour of sleep before making a massive pot of coffee and beginning my day.
What did you do for Labor Day weekend? How was it?