Stan was one of those guys that you have a love/hate relationship with. He was a larger than life character full of jokes, endless teasing, and a heart of gold. His death was a shock, to say the least, and struck me in such a way that I felt helpless, and immensely mortal. How could a man such as this, a man who had finally found his place and purpose on this planet be taken so quickly? I felt myself mourning him day in and day out from our home in Arizona, my heart aching for his friends and family, for the woman he had so recently fallen in love with, for the emptiness that would swallow up his little corner of Baja. It made me realize just how short our time is on this blue and green rock, and how I needed to remember that we all serve a greater purpose, even if we have no idea what that may be. Stan, my friend, you are sorely missed and always remembered.
With the loss of Stan heavy in our hearts, it was more important than ever for our family to be together during the holidays. I desperately wanted to fly home to Florida to be with my mom and dad, and spend the holidays with them, but things being what they are, the financial situation did not give in and allow that to happen. We were faced with a decision, the kids and I could go to Florida, and leave Daddy behind or we could all travel to Baja and spend the season there. I couldn't bear the thought of the kids not being with Daddy on Christmas, so the decision was pretty easy.
Cut to December, no snow in the mountains, and the beach calling our name. We load up Diego, our Baja traveling beast of an Explorer and away we go. With the anticipation that Grammie and PawPaw will be visiting us in January, we are excited to travel a route through Baja that we have yet to discover. Instead of going our usual way, we have decided to travel the Gulf Coast of Baja, along the Sea of Cortez. The end of the world is nigh, so we should probably see a little bit more of it before the final days.
Despite our greatest intentions of leaving early....this seems to be a pattern written in stone....we set off from our home in the late afternoon, dropping off our beloved Teeny Girl cat at her cat hotel respite. As much as we wish to get to Baja in the first day, you know the story, that ain't happening. We pull into the Scottsdale area right at sunset, and the first day is nearly over. Our home for the night is the Quality Inn in downtown Scottsdale, a hotel that we found on our last trip that accepts pets for a mere $10 extra a night, and, since we have acquired a new puppy (a rescue that pretty much adopted us in Asuncion in October) it's necessary that she has a place to sleep indoors as well.
Now, I hear on every trip how dangerous Mexico is, and that we are crazy for bringing our family there on a regular basis, that's putting it mildly. However, we, as an entire family, find "fear" nowhere in Mexico. In fact, the only occasion for even a mild uncomfortableness is when we bunk for the night in the deserts of Phoenix and the surrounding areas. Let me state though, it's not a true "fear" in the sense of knotted stomachs and quivering lips, it's just that the areas are so large and people are anonymous and can sometimes be desperate. Even though I lived in Phoenix for 7 years before moving to the mountains, it's been nearly 9 years living in a small town, and it's a very different environment.
We like this particular hotel because it is old, has a great pool, a courtyard for the dogs, and suites for the whole family to relax in. It's also conveniently located next to a Dunkin' Donuts. This stay was marred by two men conversing outside of our window at 3 am, apparently working on a drug deal of some sort. Sigh. Out of the entire parking lot and hotel grounds, they chose our window. Get us to the beach, pronto!! Thankfully, nothing dramatic came from the conversation and we were on our way, fueled by chocolately doughnuts, coffee and juice from our friendly Dunkin' folks.
About 2 hours into our journey, Erin alerts me that she isn't feeling well, and needs to throw up. I instantly go into nurse mode, grab a plastic doggie poo bag and there she goes. This continues for the rest of the day, every half hour or so, she tosses her cookies into a doggie poo bag. Thank you God, for whomever invented those! Traveling with an ill child is unpleasant at best, but she's a trooper and at least let's me know when she going to puke so that we are prepared!
Crossing the border for us is usually a non issue. We are generally waved through with barely a second glance. coming across in San Luis for only the second time, we were stopped with a smile and asked to maneuver into Secondary Inspection. The inspection was fairly simple, open the back, what's in that bag, what's in your cooler, where are you heading, where are you from. In the bag is a bunch of stuff to give to our friends and people we meet along the way, some tote bags, some coozies, some plastic cups and frisbees, in the cooler are 2 turkeys, 2 elk roasts, a deer shank and some beer. Okay, bien vaije! Happy travels.
We are sent along our merry way, and navigate our way into Baja and find the highway Mexico 5 somewhat by dumb luck. We consider buying a map, but they are hard to come by. We fuel up at the first Pemex gas station, where a lovely Dona is selling juice handcrafted in Aquascalientes. We sample it, find it delightful and buy a bottle from her. The one we chose was Arandano and Jamaica, and Erin wants to try some. I'm a bit cautious, as she hasn't been able to keep down even water at this point, but I figure, if it's going to come back up, it's going to come back up. I give her some, and Milagro! She doesn't even puke once more after. That juice is now our miracle juice, and it saved my pobrecita from further ailments. Wish we had bought another bottle!
Once on the 5, we travel easily on the well kept road and by sunset, we see the lights of San Felipe. I failed to get a photo of the magnificent archway at the entrance to the city, but I found one to borrow on the web.
It's always a bit of a struggle to find a place to nest for the night when it's dark in an unfamiliar town, but with the aid of our Baja Travel Log book, we narrowed it down to a few spots on the beach. We chose the El Cortez, one of the oldest hotels in San Felipe at the end of the beach in the main part of town. We get settled into our room, order some snacks, some bean burritos, a taco salad and some mantaraya machaca. The room is cozy and we sleep soundly.
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