I met them. It was sweet, it was awesome, it was everything I wanted and more (or maybe not, I was kind of expecting to get a proposal from either of them, but somehow, that didn’t happen).

I was raised in Mexicali (a relatively small city in Mexico) by a mostly catholic family. Halloween isn’t really a big holiday there and my religious mother thinks of it as an evil pagan celebration, so the innocent act of going around my block asking for candy was not an option for me. That is, until we moved to Tijuana. It’s all so different here! Last year the streets were crowded and we had to turn the lights off and pretend we weren’t home so no one would bother us…but my father didn’t liked that so he decided we would hand out candy this year. Finally, I would have a chance to know what Halloween is all about! Well, apparently it was just too beautiful to be true…

Have you heard anything about Tijuana lately? If you have, it was probably something bad about this city.  It all started about two years ago, when Felipe Calderon was elected as president (some said it was fraud, but I won’t go any further into this political thing, don’t worry). Tijuana was getting more insecure by the second because of drug trafficking, so he (the president) sent the army to ‘protect us’. Nothing improved, instead, Tijuana is worst than ever. There’s been a lot of executions lately, a lot of bodies have been found (of cops and civilians) and it got particularly ugly this month, with rumors of a band of kidnappers that would supposedly got to different schools and kidnap students, and so, the authorities decided it would be best for everyone to stay home tonight. Seriously, NO ONE is out in the streets and it’s Halloween! Maybe they all went to San Diego?