We drove around my dad's old hood, Tijuana's historic Colonia Libertad, right against the U.S.-Mexico international border fence on the dry hills of the city's east side.
Saw my abuelita's old hill-top house, where I personally spent so many weekends as a kid, just me and Esperanza. Who knows who lives there now. Dad pointed out all the old barbershops and the abandoned theater, near where the Opera Festival now happens.
* For more, check this Tijuana photoblog by Omar Martinez.