Dream Silently

Wednesday Night

We left for Baja, Mexico! 3 people, 2 dogs, and a lot of luggage crammed into a toyota corolla and made our way south. We made a pit stop in Vegas to drop the dogs off and crash for a few hours. (total time traveled: 7 hours)

Thursday

Thursday morning we made it to San Diego just in time to pick up one more in our group. We stopped for a late lunch in Tijauna and then made our way south about 25 km passed Ensuenada. We spent the night after making it over a rather washboard road on a beach near the Point of Saint Tomas (I think… or its near there… no map with me). Thankfully, between D’s 3 chapters of spanish and my spotty memory of four years of high school french, we somehow figured out who the “campground host” was and paid him the 50 pesos for the night.

Other highlights for that day? Passing through a military checkpoint and mexican driving (I was so glad I was in the back seat). To top the day off, the out houses at the first place were so disgusting. I’ve seen bad out houses, but this? Took the cake. Once it was dark, the bushes were best friends.

Friday

We headed out in the morning, making our way back to Ensenada and got an early lunch. We also got a map for the vineyards around Tecate. So, the afternoon was spent wine sampling. There was this really excellant one at the second place we stopped at. It had a dark chocolate after taste… it was sooo good.

By early evening we were in the car again headed to La Bufadora. We camped the night there on top of cliffs. It was pretty and the bathrooms… hell of a lot better. In La Bufadora we explored the market place and got dinner at a taco stand. That evening we drank cheap beer and shot off fireworks with drunk mexicans. Mexicans and fireworks are crazy. The one thing we missed was checking out a blow hole. We thought it was just before La Bufadora… turns out it was at the end of the market, but was closed by the time we got there.

Saturday and Sunday

Hotel Reservations. A shower. Bliss.

We stayed the rest of the weekend in La Fonda in this really neat little hotel. We got there in the late afternoon, changed into swim gear and went looking for a surf shop. We found the surf shop, but it was closed. So in looking for other rental places, we ran into this elderly gentleman who insisted on buying us drinks and sharing stories. He was interesting.

By the time we gave up on looking for other surf shops, we made it back to the first one to find it open and we tried to hit the waves.

I suck at surfing.

We checked the night life out… which wasn’t a whole lot that evening and mostly repeated this on sunday. Instead of just the surf boards, though, we got boogey boards too. There were also dolphins just outside the wave breaks (thought they were sharks at first). We also went into Rosarita that evening and checked out Papas and Beer, which was… interesting. We ended up running into a large group of irish tourists from Dublin. It was a good time… my favorite part was when one of them ran into me, kissed both my hands, and said sorry in that accent before stumbling away pretty drunk. Definitely couldn’t fault them for being drunk due to the politeness.

Monday

We dragged ourselves out of bed and made our way home… granted we didn’t get back to elko until midnight. I found out Joe was already here; he’d gotten in saturday night. Other than that I’m healing from some nasty bruises and an equally nasty sun burn. And also trying to help the boy settle in. His stuff is everywhere.