Montage Pic: Public Domain and Keith with the Tulare Jesuit Volunteer Community, 1981 – 1982.
With all the recent focus on safety and travel issues related to the US & Mexican Border, I recall much more free spirit days when I was in Graduate Social Work at SDSU in the early 80's - intertwined with some fun Jesuit Volunteer Corps work and the B-52's!.
How can I forget the time I joined my fellow student SDSU “Limited Loan” Library buddies on a Friday night adventurous trip from San Diego across the border south of Tijuana to Ensenada Mexico!
With a Spanish name like Horcasitas, I do have a connection also with Mexico, as my Dad was born there and had moved with his family to New Orleans when he was 5.
We had heard about the great Lobster meals in Ensenada – that were known to even be better than what most folks associate with the northeast US!
Some may not be aware that the sauteed lobsters made a little further south of TJ in Ensenada are even better that those great ones at "Legal Seafoods" in Boston!
The Mexican style lobster that I ate there back in the early 80's had a some delicious "jambalya-like" rich dressing embellishing the mammoth "Ensenada Lobster Thermidor!"
... this also makes me remember doing a fun "Rock Lobster" dance in the mid 80sto the B-52's famous song!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R7gWbFuotyA
When I was in the Jesuit Volunteer Corps from 1981 - 1982 serving near Fresno California, some other members of our community taught me the Rock Lobster dance ... it was so fun doing the part where you slowly and safely fall down ... and then work your way up as the song gets upbeat again.
So if you have the itch to head for some great Lobster, either north or south of New Orleans, please be safe in any travels and use he Rock Lobster dance for stress relief!
I've never heard of the rock lobster dance, but I can guess that it looked rather funny and awkward. ;-) I am familiar with the B-52s.
My cousin when I lived in the Bay Area during my studies at Stanford had a little place in Santa Cruz. While there, I consumed some giant prawns and lobsters shipped from Australia. Some of my fellow workers vacationed in Ensenada. I got to Tijuana once when it was cold and windy with no one on the streets. My girlfriend was afraid to get out of the car, so we didn't.
I often crossed the border from 1982 to 1995 to dine on Mexican food when my parents spent their winters in McAllen, Texas. I've heard that it's no longer as pleasant there for winter Texans.
In 2019, while on a cruise, when we were docked in Cozumel we were allowed to eat all the lobster we wanted that evening. They were small lobster tails and may have been harvested in the Gulf.
One time when my twin brother visited me. He was working in Boston. He came with a container with a fresh lobster still alive.
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Montage Pic: Public Domain and Keith with the Tulare Jesuit Volunteer Community, 1981 – 1982.
