First, happy Labor Day.
Last Labor Day weekend, I was in Tijuana. I wanted to hang out that weekend and decided to stay through Labor day and return the Tuesday afterward instead of dealing with the line at the border which is VERY long on Sunday.
That weekend was the start of my odyssey in which I have spent more time outside of my official base than inside it. Over the past year, I have spent more time outside of San Diego than inside. A good chunk of that was in Tijuana.
It was also the weekend that should have made me sit up, take notice and realize that things were not going to go as planned.
You see, the very first weekend after my arrival, I hit Tijuana. I went out and met a delightful young man who wondered what I was doing all by my lonesome in a bar. I told him that I was recently widowed, and wanted to go out and had no one to go out with. He then introduced himself and invited me to meet his friends.
I chatted all of them up and told the young man that I hoped to see him again.
Fast forward to Labor Day weekend.
Of course I ran into him again.
And he spent the night with me.
The raciest thing that happened was a request from him to be Facebook friends.
I get out my laptop to set it up and ask for his name on Facebook. His maternal last name was Rick's paternal last name.
This deer got caught in the headlights. I then explained the whole thing and his mom (Rick's niece that I knew existed but never met) later confirmed that her son is Rick's grand nephew.
THAT should have been the point where I should have realized this was not going to be going as planned.
And that is a good thing.
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