Kylie Minogue, Homeland Security, and Amoebas

Sunday morning I loaded up my car and began a little excellent roadtrip of my own. I drove from LA to San Diego to Tijuana to pick up Giancarlo and Diego from the airport. The freeways were clear, the sun was shining, my car was clean, and I was getting great gas mileage. To ice that cake, I listened my new favorite feel-good CD: Kylie Minogue -X. If you need a little musical lift, I highly recommend it. The music is catchy, upbeat, fun, and a little bit different from Kylie's previous stuff. This CD is a particular triumph to me because it is Kylie's first one since tackling breast cancer and surviving.

My mood changed once I crossed over the border and began maneuvering through the streets of Tijuana. Apparently, taxis don't have to follow traffic rules. After circling the airport a few times I found Giancarlo and Diego. Was it nice to see them after a week? Of course! And we had plenty of time to catch up while we waited for three hours in line to get back over the border. It took us longer to go one mile than it took me to go 150 miles earlier that morning. And by the time we got over I had to pee so badly that my kidneys ached. Throbbed. A lot. And it took them a few hours to stop. That's not good, is it?

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Oh, and I have singlehandedly figured out why illegal immigration and homeland security is such an issue in our country. Three hours of waiting and THE BORDER AGENTS DON'T CHECK THE TRUNKS OF THE CARS. I could have had a whole family in my trunk and nobody would have known the better!

About and hour later we were checked in to our hotel near Seaport Village. Beautiful. The view, the hotel, the area, just tremendous. But, the carpets are dirty and there was no complimentary internet access, which at the price we are paying per night, it should be included! And does anybody else have issues with the whole coffeemaker in the bathroom thing? Right next to the toilet?

We found a nice place for dinner and toward the end Diego began complaining about pain in his tummy, and it was getting continually worse. You see, while in Mazatlan, Diego picked up amoebas and had undergone treatment for them. However, it seemed that there was still a problem. So. . . what better way to start a vacation than a few hours in the emergency room in an unfamiliar city? Throw in some stool samples, and you've got a realy fun time!

Fortunately, the next day Diego felt much better and I took him to Legoland, which he loved.

The End