I am now fully certain I am not a desert person. Although I can appreciate the stark beauty and dramatic contrast, a more lush foliage speaks to me and is where i feel at home. Driving down these many miles of dusty roads, with only cactus for company, I have begun to long for the tropical heat of the mainland. Imagine, in the middle of all of this desert the thought of finding beauty in unexpected places.
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Beer and Loreto
BEER. We had been dreaming of beer. Now, don’t get me wrong. Obviously Mexico has plenty of beer. But we hail from the land of the brewpub, from a city with more brewpubs per capita than any other. We were dreaming of craft beer and we were not to be denied! Luckily for us, we found beer and Loreto!
That Special Place
I’m not entirely sure what I expected of Baja. I did know I was looking for that Special Place. That salty piece of land where I felt totally in my element. While the search may still be continuing on some levels, El Coyote Beach surely came close.
Thoughts on Aging
I was trying to focus on “long breathing” while holding my yoga pose, thoughts of aging on my mind. Unfortunately, my posture was made more challenging as Porter poked his nose under my arm and decided to squirm in and settle between my hands on the mat. Lulu’s voice kept reverberating in my head “if you’re feeling irritated, it means you’re doing it right”.
The Characters we Meet
One of our very favorite parts of travel is the characters we meet along the way; all interesting, all with their own story.
A Trail of Tears
Well, it’s official. We are ON THE ROAD! But, not without a lot of tears being shed! The last couple of weeks have been hard. Incredibly hard. Far harder than we had ever imagined. Even though we have left our lives before for long term travel, we had no concept how incredibly difficult it is to truly divest yourself of everything! Two weeks of nonstop donations and Craiglist nonesense, coupled with the goodbyes to beloved friends and family had us driving away in a trail of tears.
We are the People Our Parents Warned us About
It is official. I have ended a nearly two-decade employment and am beginning an entirely new reality. This reality feels a bit surreal for me. This time feels different. It feels permanent.
Time for a New Reality
It’s December. Another year has almost expired on this ride around the sun. It’s been an impossible four months since we moved out of our house. It feels like just yesterday, and yet also like forever ago. The reality is… our time here is short.
Caught in Creativeless-ness
Don’t say it, I am aware creativeless-ness is not a word. However, it somehow adequately describes my current state of being. This last push towards hitting the road has become challenging, to say the least. I know I should be sharing with our faithful readers the continuing improvements to the truck and camper, to amuse with tales of yet another crazy craigslist shopper as we disperse of our material possessions, to let you in on a little slice of life in disarray.
Someday I will…..
I adore Jimmy Buffet. While not quite as obsessed as many of his parrot head tribe, following him around the world on tour dates, I have been an avid fan for many a year. In fact, our truck-campers name of Tequila is based on our personal theme song, Margaritaville. For myself, and I would presume the majority of Jimmy’s fans, I find great wisdom in the lyrics of his song.
I see a white sail
skipping cross a blue bay
and I say Someday I Will
I see a young man
strumming on a green guitar
and I say Someday I Will