Don't Go to Baja Mexico

I am one of the thick-headed, optimist who knew it was a risk to travel to Baja but still would go to score uncrowded waves and beaches. I thought it was worth the risk and really believed that it would never happen to me. Well, this weekend I was terribly wrong!
After packing up my truck and camper and driving down to Baja Mexico we arrived at La Fonda Hotel, Sat. morning around 11am, we checked into our room with a bright sunny sky above. We enjoyed a beautiful day at the beach till 4:30. We went back to my truck and put away the surf boards in the camper and proceeded to our room to nap and clean up before we went to dinner.
Ready to feast on a lobster dinner, we excitedly left the room walking past the secure, gated parking area to notice my truck was gone! My first initial thought was, "how did they get my keys to move my truck"? I ran to the street looking for where they have moved it. It was no where in sight. At that moment the security guard for the parking area drove up to me, and in a frantic voice, I asked him, "where is my truck"! He did not speak English. I ran to the front desk and asked, "where is my truck"? The man looked at me as he was shocked. Then he ran out to the guard asking him what had happened.
At this point I truly thought that I would get my truck back though I think I was going into a slight shock. Soon the owners of the hotel were out front and management all scratching there heads, telling me there has not been a car stolen out of this parking area for 4 years.
This did not help me in anyway. The security guard said that an American guy came up to him showing keys and asked him to open the gate. The man walked up to my truck and opened the door with a key, started my truck and drove off to never be seen again.
That evening was very tough for me but I fell asleep and got a decent rest. The next morning I awoke to feeling terrible and just wanting to leave Baja as soon as I could. They brought us free breakfast and I could not even eat it, I felt so much disgust for what had happened.
The owners arranged for a taxi to take us to the border and as the driver arrived we bumped into a couple we had met a the beach the previous day. They also were heading home and offered us a ride. We took them up on it and they dropped us off at our door.
I cannot even begin to describe the feeling I had when some low life, in a couple of seconds, took what I had worked for my entire life. This truck was not just a mode of transportation to me but it was a part of my lifestyle and a symbol of my accomplishments. I am looking forward, in a positive light, and I realize I still have the most important things in my life and all I can do is keep doing what I did and one day I might even have my truck again.