Friday. Woke up with a plan to go to the beach. We actually slept with plan when we wake up go to the beach, the only beach in Tijuana, which serves only to stay on the shore (because the water is cold, because there are many streams, it is open sea, it soon becomes deep, because has had high levels of pollution and because, in one of those "you can get a shark). And we were. With beach chair, beach towel, sunscreen, portable music player, camera, and a couple of cocktails pulp-corn-clam. And as we were hundreds, thousands of people. And there are not many options for walks with the family, is what we have and it's where we (the nacos, the poor, the valemadre ... any reading is good), we there who do not leave the city for lack of resources or overwork. But something is something and for many is enough. Happy children played ball, scampered to his cousins, fortresses built of sand. Devoted mother prepared sandwiches, split the watermelon chunks, smeared sunscreens, towels embraced their children (some under the sun because it costs to rent a beach umbrella, folding stand others relaxed in chairs, some alone, others in parity). Parent volunteers walked the dog, threw chamaconas eye on, consented to the youngest kids with candy. Advanced grandmothers calm, assisted (the son of an arm, the other a cane), to settle with their families, very close to the stairs. Temporarily tattooed teenagers, shared kisses, bought snow, flew kites. Young loaded coolers, drank beer, hired the trio, sang, shouted, tried to keep the style. Alerted rescuers get to the sea, distressed, were imposed, had a break and threw a taco. Vendors roamed the beach countless times, and sold their products and were rejected. Many of them (children, mothers, fathers, grandmothers, teenagers, young people) made the onboard entertainment, he joined the Mexican side of the border patrol while threatening to chastise those who are crossing. And there were some brave men who entered their territory several meters just to challenge them. We took off our sneakers and surrender to contemplation. Everything happened so close, all was well. I did the soundtrack for a day at the beach in Tijuana.
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