Sierra Plaza Bajamar
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... blood. It started on a Friday. We could not
tell if the bleeding was external as a result of her cancer, or internal which
would be much more serious. We kept watch. Saturday afternoon, the bleeding was
not stopping and appeared to be getting worse. By 3:00pm I grew concerned. I
went to the Marina office to find out if they could help me to find a veterinarian.
They did not have a clue as to how to help me! However, there was a fisherman
in the office at the ...
... but I enjoyed it. I made a new friend from Germany and took him along with me. He said he had a good time riding the local buses! If I was not from Mexico I would totally be impressed by our local bus system!
I went back to Tijuana that same day.
Overall Ensenada was entertaining and relaxing. I met really nice people and saw beautiful things.
I would definitely go back!
PS. It is really safe!!!
... my laptop died. I found an outlet in the bathroom and plugged it in. The internet was much faster in there and I was able to email my resume from the bathroom floor. They better call me for an interview after that…
Back on the ship, I watched the movie The Proposal, read my book, and napped. I headed to work the 6-10pm shift with the teens where they decorated backpacks as I handed out loads of twizzlers ...
... and children hawking chicle (gum). One stall did stop me in my tracks however...they had a lion cub...what had been a lion cub several months ago anyway, and was now well on its way to being a lion. Here tourists could pay a fee and have their photo with the cub, copies of the photos were pinned to the front of the stall and you could see the progression from baby to young lion...I hoped they had a plan for what was to come in the next few months!
... on the new side. She takes a phone call. She makes a phone call. She makes a copy of my passport, she forgets my passport on the copier. Finally, after much animated talking and waving of my arms, she gets a coworker that speaks perfect English, like he grew up in Los Angles, not even an accent. He quickly hears my request and sure enough, of course, yes we have two rooms on the lower floor with King beds and glorious showers. Sure, you can pay for your friends room ...