Rosarito Favorite Tips by Pink_Pash

Favorite thing: When in Rosarito Beach, do yourself a favor and relax. You must sit by the pool, or lounge by the pool, whatever you prefer with an ice cold beer. I'm not quite clear on the laws surrounding drinking on the beach, but if it's allowed, by all means load up your ice chest, roll out your beach towel, slather the bronzer (or sunscreen for you people with a conscience), put on your sunglasses and drink up. Another equally interesting and relaxing option would be to head out to the many restaurants or bars, that not surprisingly are open quite early and enjoy your drink there. The point is, drink some ice cold ones and enjoy yourself in the wonderful beach atmosphere.

Fondest memory: An acquaintance of mine has a house on the Rosarito Beach shores, except it's a couple of kilometers out of town. Anyway, it's a two story house, fully equipped for any weekend getaway. My friend let me have a set of keys and I let a couple of my closest female friends know I was on my way down to Rosarito for 4th of July weekend and that I was renting a van. Needless to say, in a matter of hours I had a van jam packed with girls ready to have the time of their life. As a result of this escapade, a great many of us were fired from our jobs at a well-known restaurant in San Diego for blowing off our shifts. Anyhow, we stopped at the many liquor stores that line Rosarito Beach's main drag and loaded up two out of our three ice chests. As we got to the house we set up for a full three day weekend and then proceded to sunbathe on the house's ample terrace. A few of us felt a little bold and decided to climb a couple of rocks that overlooked the beach right by the house. Remember, this house is not right by Rosarito it's about 15 kilometers out so there are a lot of rock formations and cliffs, and empty spaces between beach houses. So there we are, laying down on the rocks getting the best rays of sun to tan our pale skin, slowly giving way to sleep. Somewhere in my slumber I remeber hearing Casey (one of my fellow travelers) saying, 'here kitty, kitty, kitty'. I open my eyes and look towards her direction, only to realize that what she is calling over is not a kitty, but a mountain lion or bob cat. I was horrified but proceeded to direct them on how to get the heck out of there without arousing the anger or panic in our wild feline friend. I can laugh about it now, but at the time it was terrible, I actually, for a split second saw ourselves facedown on the rocks of Rosarito Beach, being eaten by a pack of hungry mountain lions.......funny.