My dad had only been to Mexico once in his life. He was in the Army Reserves and was in California for reasons I cannot remember other than it being military-related; he was in San Diego and Santa Barbara for a bit. For some reason, he and some of his battle-buddies went down into Mexico, and Tijuana was exactly the place they were at. I don't know how long they stayed, if it was just a day or something like that. But all I remember him telling me about it is that he could not wait to get back across the border.