Yesterday involved even more time on the I-5, which is getting a little old by now. This time the destination was South, through Tijuana (yes, yes, the happiest place on earth) to Puerto Nuevo, a little village with all these lobster restaurants. You can basically order as much lobster as you want for cheap, and have fancy mexican drinks and cervecas to your heart's content. Also, you eat while looking down at the ocean. Very nice.

The return through the border was kind of funny. Nobody really cares who gets in to Mexico, but the Americans are worried about who gets out, so we were stopped on the way back. I was traveling with an American, so she had no problem, but the guard looked at my passport and asked where I lived. I explained how I live in Saskatoon, though my permanent address (on the passport) is in BC. And he asked, "Isn't that where Gordie Howe is from?" and I explained that he was from Saskatchewan, though not Saskatoon (I couldn't remember the name of the town, but it turns out he was born in Floral, though there is a statue of him in Saskatoon). I don't think that mattered, since most people outside of Canada don't know the difference between Saskatoon and Saskatchewan anyway. My hockey knowledge seemed to satisfy him that I was Canadian, and we went on our way.