Nahuatl Axixique or Axixic means "From where the water springs forth"
On the way home, we arrived at the Tijuana border at 1:30. Crossed over like the poor, tired and hungry huddled masses longing to be free, and waited until 3 am at McDonalds for Juan's brother to pick us up (2 hour drive from Orange County). Listened to Mambo Italiano and Frank Sinatra at full blast under fluorescent lights, eating a MC apple pie. Got to bed at 5 am. My plane doesn't leave until 7pm tonight. Ajijic was an event. 2 parades over the 3 days I was there, with fireworks, bands, floats, acrobatics. Life there and life here are in such contrast both for the better and not. I did find out that cobblestones and artificial hips don't get along too well! And bring lots of pesos, because rarely does anyone want a credit card. And one should have rhinestones somewhere on their ass, especially if you can wear tight jeans. And everyone has children, the young the old and the middle aged. And lots of them. But no one seems up tight, hurried, or irritable. I ate many great tacos, juevos, ceviche. and in Tango the best Argentinian restaurant. My B&B was beautiful with mucho objet d arte, and two old basset hounds that bayed at the parades, and peed on my floor. Cash only, Pesos, for 3 nights rooms caused a dilemma when all banks closed my whole visit, no idea what my pin was to borrow money on my credit card either. I thought I might have to take a job as gardener of the gorgeous grounds.
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