Lobster and clam filled up our bellies that afternoon at La Casa del Pescador in Puerto Nuevo, Baja California. We drove to a little private beach where the grey clouds covered the sky. It was easy to feel cozy by … Continue reading The ocean’s in my mouth (Baja edition).
The plane did not fall, and this time I was not surprised. For years, I had struggled with a growing fear of flying, which was obviously ironic because traveling feels like part of my life’s purpose. But I was not … Continue reading Hello there, Tijuana! You taste good.
The wedding had a Mamma Mia touch! After the ceremony, there was a parade led by a donkey covered in flowers and a mariachi band. Two giant, accurate, doll versions of the bride and groom danced to the music as … Continue reading A Wedding Tale: when in Mexico…
It stopped me in my tracks. It smelled like God himself in this street. I was walking down Rúa da Raiña in Santiago de Compostela. My legs were still hurting from completing 5 full days on the Camino. Bradley was going to the bus station to buy us tickets back to Madrid that same day. I was going back to Pensión Ramos to pack our things and shower before check-out time. In these dark Camino times, I became undoubtedly addicted to showers. Real showers. Our pensión was truly great. I recommend it if you want to stay near … Continue reading Delicious Ambiguity