In Tijuana for dentist

We got up early 10/20/15, and took taxi to bus to Seatac Airport to catch (barely) Alaska Air 11 a.m. flight to San Diego. We were picked up by a car from the Dentist's office, who drove us across the border to Tijuana, where we waited about 2 hours for my turn. 

After a grueling ordeal, I finally staggered off to the car to the hotel, with nice, strong upper teeth, but no lower teeth at all.  And very sore gums. And I was hungry.  

Fortunately, thanks to a very generous and caring and thoughtful son & daughter-in-law, Manfred was able to come, too, and we could go for a nice meal. He had a steak, and I had a marvelous shrimp cream soup. And some wine. And a strawberry milk shake. I felt much better, but sleepy, so I slept for a couple of hours.