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To the Mexican Beach

Submitted by on July 5, 2012 – 7:09 am12 Comments

The Beach Santa Barbara

This essay is part of the Beach Week series on the Tiki Tiki.

yvonne condes on tiki tikiBy Yvonne Condes

Every summer, we would pile into whatever car my dad had at the time and drive directly south. The temperatures were in the 100s and it would just get hotter as we drove from Tucson, across the Arizona/Mexico border into Sonora.

The drive to the beach was about 8 hours and sometimes we’d stop along the way. My favorite detour was to buy what I think was Leche Quemada, it was a milky vanilla fudge that we would get from a street vendor. I wasn’t allowed to have sugar very often so it was what I looked forward to the most.

When we got to the beach (it was always a different location in San Carlos or Guaymas) we would head directly to the water. It was never as refreshing as we had dreamed it would be and the sand was always burning hot.

My brothers, sister, cousins, and I would spend days in the water and on the sand. I remember hearing the warning over and over to slide our feet so we didn’t step on a jelly fish. I remember peeling the skin off my shoulders from the sunburn. I remember downing water and juice to stay hydrated.

What I remember most was sitting on the beach with the kids after the sun went down and staring at the water hoping and fearing that we would see La Llorona. We spent hours there. We would hear our parents’ voices coming from the house or condo or wherever we were staying at getting louder and more animated as they drank through the night.

We would stay on the beach for about a week and then drive home. I don’t know which trip was our last or why we stopped going. I wish I would have known so I could have taken a picture. But instead I have snippets of a memory of one long beautiful trip.

Yvonne is a journalist by trade and a blogger by night. At YvonneInLA she writes about life in Los Angeles with her two adorable boys, food and restaurants, a little bit of politics, and Latino issues. She loves creating gluten-free recipes, running marathons, and traveling. She also is the co-founder of MomsLA.com, and also writes for various online sites.

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