Spring Break Day 4

We woke up in Ensanada, Mexico, which is about 130 miles south of San Diego. We took a city tour and learned so much! I won't bore you with all the details, but you can learn all about Ensenada here. Our tour guide took us to the world's third-largest blow hole, "La Bufadora". It wasn't blowing very strong that day, so here's a pic I found online of a big blow (that's what she said)! There were tons of shops near the blow hole, especially pharmacies. I have been to Mexico plenty of times, but I never remember being offered Cialis, Viagra, and Prozac every 5 feet! I would have bought some Botox if I knew how to inject it into myself. We also tried to find Joe a wedding ring because we thought it would make for a good story, but they only had silver and he wants "black metal", whatever that is.

This was our only chance to grab some authentic Mexican food, so we tried a taco combo platter: shrimp, fish, and carne asada. They were AWESOME, and they came with free margaritas! Have you ever had a Mexican margarita? They are nothing like margaritas here -- they are made with Squirt, tequila, and lime juice! Also, the beer is much cheaper onshore than on the ship, so we had to take advantage of that by buying a "bucket-o-beer." We didn't want to carry around all 6 bottles in a big bucket of ice, so the waiter was nice enough to pour each of our 3 bottles into HUGE Big-Gulp-type cups. It was so ghetto and awesome! And we could drink on the bus. It was like the Wendover FunBus except with way better views.

Next, we visited Santa Tomas Winery in downtown Ensenada. The tour was pretty disappointing; it wasn't nearly as cool as the tequila factory we toured in Puerto Vallarta last year. They just showed us a big warehouse full of oak barrels and antiquated equipment, and then tried to sell us a bunch of wine (which we bought, duh!)

We got back to the ship just in time for Formal Night dinner. Can I just say how RIDICULOUS this event is? Every cruise does it, and it is just as stupid every time. Joe and I put all this time and effort into packing our suit/cocktail dress and getting all gussied up, just to walk into the dining room to find half the people in jeans! And the ship staff does nothing about it. If they are going to advertise formal night, they need to enforce it. Why should I look all pretty while other people in sweat pants get to stuff themselves silly?

Off to bed for a day-at-sea tomorrow...