Well, I hope everyone took it as a good sign that I haven´t updated my blog for some time now. I never imagined that living this itinerant lifestyle would be so demanding! Every part of the day demands my attention and admiration: in Oaxaca, it was the colorful streets and markets, the sunsets over the dry green mountains, and the dynamic energy of the people who lived amid them. In Baja Sur, it has been the cerulean Sea of Cortez as it meets the Pacific. The big ocean truly earns its name here.
Pete and I flew from Oaxaca to Los Cabos, the tip of the nearly 2000 kilometer peninsula of the Baja on the west coast. It was difficult to say goodbye to Oaxaca, and I hope to share a few more of our stories from the rest of our month there in the mountains.
After a relaxing week in Los Cabos, spending the days on the beach with our new friends, Diego and Alex, we´ve taken the bus to La Paz, just in time for Carnaval. It´s Fat Tuesday today, and the Malecón, or seaside boardwalk, is a miles-long fair of dizzyingly fast and bright rides alternating with stage after stage of Mexican bands and entertainment. It reminds me of the old VP Fair down on the Arch grounds, except everyone is eating potato chips with salsa and the drunk people dancing in the streets have rhythm.
I have enjoyed the Baja far more than I thought I would. I´ve been to so many places that feel as though I should have been there thirty or forty years earlier, before the pretty locales were filled with hotels and luxury condos. Here, it still feels a little untamed by retirees. The mountains, at the least, rising from the white sand with their tan, sun-bleached rocks, are most certainly wild.
