The Cinderella of the Pacific

The Cinderella of the Pacific

My trip to Ensenada was the epitome of the word serendipitous.

 It was about to be a three day weekend for me as Memorial Day was approaching and I didn’t actually have any plans let alone plans to be in Mexico. But I guess that’s the appeal of travel to me, the spontaneity and the randomly laid plans, anything can happen. Our first stop in Rosarito for the night was lovely and quiet. Maybe the tourists hadn’t started their travels yet like we had.

Had I known Ensenada was a popular cruise destination, I might’ve given the suggestion to drive down there a second thought.  I’m not even into water sports, but the idea of jet skis in the Pacific Coast of Mexico just sounded…different…better. I definitely didn’t imagine being in the backseat of a pickup truck listening to country music on two gallons of gas somewhere on the route from Rosarito to Ensenada.  We were on what seemed to be at the time the longest stretch of road going south and we must’ve been on some sort of miracle fuel that somehow lasted long enough for us to get to a gas station in the middle of nowhere.

It wasn’t quite summer yet but it most certainly was just around the corner and being there was exactly what I needed. When we got to Ensenada we strolled through the markets with vendors selling there trinkets, jewelry, leather goods, etc. I remember specifically stopping at a outdoor market with hammock chairs that I wished I could’ve taken back with me. We also stopped by some ceramic maker markets, with some of the most beautiful detailing work I had ever seen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

La Bufadora was apparently one of the sights to see. We sort of stumbled upon it and it was pretty much a big geyser type blow hole.

The other thing we stumbled upon was fashion show in the middle of the Civic Plaza also known as Plaza of the Three Heads known for it’s sculptures of three Mexican heroes. We also found a massive Tecate beer blimp apparently hosting a party on the beach. The music was right up my alley. Also do the local horses a favor and don’t ride them.

Riding the ATVs was my favorite thing about this whole trip. There was something so carefree and an instant memory stamp riding through the sand dunes and through the city streets alongside traffic at sundown. It felt like the summer night of dreams. Apparently this was another thing known to do in Ensenada. Well we seemed to be ticking off several “must-sees” and “to-dos” while we were there unbeknownst to us. If you get a chance to go to Ensenada, do it, it’s raw beauty and emerging cosmopolitan atmosphere, makes me wish I could’ve done more.

 

 

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