It was south of Tijuanna, because I didn’t want to even go close to there. (There were bodies in the news every day back then.) Can’t recall the name as they all sounded the same to me. When it comes to foreign languages and me, I’m reminded of a Farside cartoon. A woman is scolding a dog and periodically says the dog’s name. The next panel shows what the dog hears and it’s, “blablabla Ruffy, blablabla, Ruffy.”
Probably Rosarita, quite a wild town!