One last thing about Tijuana...
This should have been the first thing I mentioned about Tijuana because it was the first thing we saw as we walked away from the US border. An old mangy (mangy is an understatement) dog was crossing a street, limping as if its right hind leg was broken. The oncoming traffic was stopped at a light, but once it turned green (and the dog wasn't quite to the other side of the road) cars throttled as fast as they could to try and hit the dog. I heard cackles and yells coming from the cars, but they all managed to miss the dog as it safely reached the other side of the street.
I was thankful the dog had made it, mainly because I did not want to have to witness the gruesome act or view the remains of the animal. But when I saw the dog go right back into the street, waiting for more traffic to come, it dawned on me that this dog was trying to get hit. I wasn't sure if I found this sad or funny - probably both. In retrospect, I think the dog's actions were entirely appropriate and I sincerely hope that dog has found peace in death.
