You can say things like that if you're a gringa. It's kind of expected.
San Diego is a desert after all. The water is imported to feed the trees. Half the county is sand with gila monsters, scorpions and Boarder Patrol Helicopters. Nobody is going to Tijuana anymore. You can see the lights from my roof top and on occasion an accordion playing off in the distance. A fiesta somewhere. A beer guzzling get down celebration of life cause it's too short not to.