Why Mexico? (did the tequila makes us do it?)

Back in the late 1970’s and into the 80’s while I was living in Tucson. We used to go to a little coastal town about 3 hours south, across the border into Mexico. The gringos called it Rocky Point. Back then there wasn’t much going on, just miles of sand dunes and the Sea Of Cortez with it’s warm clear water, extreme tide changes, and of course tequila.  This was Arizona’s beach. A secret to most of America. Penasco was our little drinking village with a fishing problem.  Camp on the beach, ride the dunes,  bask in the Mexican sun … did I mention tequila?  As time went by,  life got in the way and I didn’t see Rocky Point again until the 21st century.  A new life, a new wife, kids grown and gone.. it was time for us.

Mexico hadn’t been far off our radar, having traveled to Cabo San Lucas a couple times.  I blame Sammy Hagar for this.  The  sea and it’s beaches took hold of us and my wife set her mind that she wanted to live on the beach. My sister had recently invested in one of the new beach view  in paradise locations in Puerto Penasco, and we just had to go check it out. Wow, sometime in the late 80’s and 90’s, big money discovered our beach and grew resort condo’s with fancy landscaping and swimming pools out of all that sand.  What a difference 20 years can make, even tho her resort, Bella Sirena, was still building and trying to grow grass in the sand, the condo made an impression. And the hook was set.

Rocky Point itself hadn’t changed much, still a poor town, struggling to get by on a few pesos a day and whatever bounty they could net from the sea and the tourists.  In the boom years there were were a plethora of cantinas and bars where thirsty gringo fishermen and Arizona students on spring break would thrive on cheap beer and tequila. If you happened to be in town on one of these gringo holidays,  the party atmosphere was everywhere. We continued to visit at least yearly, getting our Mexico fix, tho we continued to vist  Baja, drawn back by an addiction to the Tropic of Cancer, exploring  LaPaz,  San Jose,  Los Barillos, anywhere the sea met the sand.

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