My grandparents had a house in Tecate when I was younger. The house was across the street from a park but my mom wouldn’t let me or my brother go to it by ourselves (probably because I was about 6 and he was about 8). She also said it was a sketchy sort of place, not very safe. I suppose that was true, because my grandparents ended up having to sell their house because they were being blackmailed and threatened into doing so. Even so, it was fun when I was little. I remember eating watermelon flavored ice cream with seeds in it (sugar seeds, I think…) and playing in an inflatable pool in the front yard. The house also had pretty neat architecture, and a brick grill in the backyard. It actually was a cool little place. Not so much touristy, but very laid back. I want to go back someday.