Since they've legalized marijuana in California, besides the plant ,they sell CBD oil and creams made with marijuana for pain.The oils and creams are very expensive. 40 to 100 dollars for the oil and around the same for the creams. An eighth of an ounce of marijuana sells for 60 dollars. I think the black market is out to clean up. You can grow marijuana so why pay through the nose to buy it at a dispensary? The oil and cream is different. They make that. There's a process that.I saw on the internet on how they make the oil. There are several ways. It's a little tricky. My wife has been making the oil for years. She doesn't sell it. We have so much it's ridiculous. When she goes around looking for bottles and cans to recycle she often comes home with bags of marijuana. Don't ask me why people throw it away. Well,what she does is put the marijuana in a bottle of cane alcohol that she buys in Tijuana and lets it soak. You can't but the cane alcohol here.It's 190 proof. She lets the mixture soak for a month, then it's ready to be used. Sometimes I rub it on my sore areas.Other times I put some drops under my tongue. it helps my arthritis and helps soothe my wife's tired legs after a day of recycling. But I also purchase the creams and salves in stores across the border that they call "botanicas."They are homeopathic stores that sell herbs,teas,spices,and old Indian remedies for different ailments. Some of the biggest movers off the shelves are the creams and salves that contain marijuana. Some have marijuana combined with peyote,arnica, and belladonna.I use a product that contains peyote ,marijuana,and arnica I've used the creams that they sell up here,but i'd go broke if I had to keep up buying that stuff. In Tijuana I can buy a jar for around 2 dollars.
Last Saturday I took a spin down to Tijuana to go to the "botanica" and load up on some herbal teas and the creams. After filling a bag with two boxes of teas and three jars of the cream for around 11 dollars I thought I'd walk around a bit and visit a few of the old haunts. I walked to plaza Santa Cecelia that was two blocks up the street from the "botanica",I wanted to stick my head into Cheto's Boxing Gym..The gym was originally owned by Julio Cesar Chavez. He then sold it to Cheto a few years later. It was a bright cool afternoon. For a Saturday there wasn't much action on Revolution Street. Chetos is a just around the corner of 1st and Revolution. That's where Plaza Santa Cecelia is located. it's supposed to be a tourist draw,but lately with all the things going on with the migrants at the fence and the crime, tourism has dipped considerably. The Plaza is comprised mostly of small restaurants that have tables outside. Waiters stand out front trying to hustle customers inside to eat and drink .There are also a lt of what I'd guess you'd call kiosks that sell cheap souvenirs like hats,junk jewelry,coffee mugs,plaster of Paris statues,chintzy purses and wallets,and loosely made sandals. Every copyright law in the world has been violated in Tijuana, Counterfeit Disney products,phony Cd's and DVD's,NFL,NBA,And Major League Baseball logos are on everthing from ball caps to women's sunglasses.And of course all the Mexican soccer teams have bogus articles on display.
I saw that Chetos was open for business.I stood at the doorway and saw that there was no one working out. Mrs. Cheto was behind front desk. drinking a cup of coffee.
"Buenos dias senora. Where' your husband?"
"He arrives in the afternoon," she replied.
Mrs. Cheto looked very matronly wearing a lifeless print dress.She had on a grown sweater.Her hair showed the gray at the roots and was not combed out very well.. She wore no makeup.She had on thick framed glasses.
"How's business?"I asked her still standing at the door.
"Mas o menos.Right now it is slow."
"I don't see many people around for a Saturday."
"Americans don't come down here much anymore. But the "chinos" are every where,but they won't come in here."
"The Chinese are funny,"I said. "They like to go across the street to the Coahuila and stand and pose for pictures with the policemen and the prostitutes. They all look like they're having a good time. Even the wives," said Mrs. Cheto .
"How is Alex doing?"I asked referring to a good looking kid that was on a hot streak until he lost a fight at the auditorium for some Baja California title
"He's home taking care of the babies while his wife is working ,"she said with a chuckle.
"How was your Christmas?"
"Lots of pozole and tamales."
"There's not all this gift giving here like in the U.S."I remarked
"Some on the 6th of January.The Day Of The Three Kings.,but that is mostly for the little kids. Most people in Tijuana don't have the money to buy presents.Maybe Trump can help us,"she said while rolling her eyes.
"But there are some people in Tijuana that have more money than the richest in San Diego."I countered.
"That will never change,"she said smiling.
"How about your New Years?"
"Like any other day. It's a lot more quiet now."
"You say Cheto will be back later?"
"Yes. Will you be back?"
"No. I'm heading back across."
"Well ,I'll tell Cheto that you were here."

Cheto inside his gym

Plaza Santa Cecelia

Marijuana with arnica bought in the botanica.





