Too bad I don't know how to the Spanish "n" to spell that name correctly. The final port (#5) was Ensenada - which is just south of San Diego. The highlight was visiting the "largest blow hole"... where water spits up into the air hundreds of feet. We saw one (a blow hole) in Hawaii a few years back - evidently this is the largest one. It was tough to get a photo of it - not a very good photo op being above it.
A father with his sons playing a marimba. The marimba was beautiful. It looked homemade when compared to marimbas I had in my classroom, but it was a very beautiful instrument. I didn't mind making a donation to this trio's "donation" cup. There were lots of beggers everywhere - but I like to see TALENT and hard work in action!
This proved to be the cheapest port as far as cheap, junkie souvenirs go. We should have done all our shopping here - oh well. We didn't bring home much - like I said, it was all the same junk at every port and honestly, we didn't like any of it.
A view of the shopping street - hundreds of shops all filled with the same stuff.
We got the boys "Nacho Libre" masks. They LOVE them. I'm glad we got these! Cole and Danny's have little attached capes. I had to convince Hunter to take his mask off when we went to the Dino museum - I thought it was a little creepy to wear in public! They are also wearing their new shirts - Hunter got a German Soccer Jersey (German while in Mexico? whatever...) and silly shirts for Cole and Danny - the mouths lift up and you can see the animals' teeth. Danny LOVES his monkey shirt.