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My wife,
Buttercup, and I were
celebrating our fourth
glorious year of
marriage last May and
decided to celebrate
with a holiday to Baja
Sur. According to
Cottage Living, there
was a cozy art colony
called Todos Santos.
Our expectations ran
high and were quickly
disappointed with the
area. Trash, dust,
cold water, and a
chilled air vastly
overcame any notion of
an art colony. Not
to be deterred from our
adventure, we ventured
over to the Sea of
Cortez to the beautiful
La Paz to spend the rest
of our trip with our
extended family, Seawee
and Gui. |
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The last
yacht is where our
brother and sister of
the sea live and work.
It's what I call, a
mobile home, as well as
a mobile work. |
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We stayed
in the marina's fancy
hotel for a few days.
The waters on the east
side of Baja were a cool
75 degrees and colors of
the Caribbean. |
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One
morning I awoke to find
a mermaid in the mosaic
pool outside of our
room. |
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Like any
sane sailor, I joined
and wooed her. |
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One day
we decided to go to the
Pacific side, once
again, to see where
Seawee grew up. We
pulled up with a perfect
left point break.
Waves with no one in
site...I don't think I
would have minded
growing up here. |
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Grinning
from ear to ear, armed
with Seawee's board and
a borrowed wetsuit I was
off to see about some
classy point waves. |
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Upon
entering the ocean, my
legs cramped from the 60
degree water and a
clean-up set sent me
back to the beach with
my tail between my legs.
With no one to surf with
or to rescue me, no
knowledge of where to
paddle out, and a
sketchy sea urchin
bottom, I was no match
for the ocean this day.
Sometimes she wants
you...sometimes she does
not. |
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Typical
Baja, three people
receiving acupuncture
with no one in a 30 mile
radius. |
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The
exception is the odd
anorexic cow looking for
anything green.
Good luck with that. |
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Yes,
another successful trip!
Mexico is a fantastic
place to explore, full
of culture, excellent
food, inexpensive, and
you really never know
what may exist around
the corner. Within
an hour we went from a
cold water town dump to
a warm water tropical
paradise. If you
have the chance, go
visit Mexico. The
culture, people,
language, and villages
are warmer than their
tamales. Alohas
and Mahalos for reading
my report. |
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