I am propped up on my pillows in the Pension Baja Paradise having a Facebook Messenger exchange with Margie, as she continues to reassure me that the Winnie is doing fine in her driveway without me. But then, she mentions two words which I had not considered, “cloudy” and “rain.” She tells me the rain forecast calls for clouds to move in, and rain to continue throughout the weekend. This is a factor I have not considered, as my paradigm says “It never rains in Southern California.” You know how the rest of the song goes, right? “….it pours, man it pours.”
Having parked beneath partial shade, I hadn’t stuck around long enough to monitor my battery charge when I took off bound for Baja. I have been a bit worried about my AGMs, but with clouds and rain in the forecast, now I am really feeling like the irresponsible RV owner. Margie finds an extension cord that will reach, and I talk her through the 30 amp to 20 amp adapter, but I have to face the fact that my time on “fantasy island” has to end soon. Besides, Margie is heading out on another extended business trip, and I want to spend some time with her before she goes.
So I go online to the low cost carrier, Volaris, and reluctantly click the “Pagar” button, purchasing my $120 one way ticket back to Tijuana. It’s cheaper than the bus! From there, I will cross back over the border via the new CBX Skybridge, take a $10 shuttle to San Ysidro, and ride the trolley back in to San Diego. Easy enough physically….not so emotionally.
This seventeen days in Baja has been such a “shot in the arm.” It has reaffirmed for me what I always knew, that I am at my best with my belongings on my back, and a guidebook in my hand. Nothing feeds my soul like stepping off a bus in a new city full of “firsts”…and sadly, eventually “lasts” to explore. Bittersweet. It’s been really good to connect with that part of me again. In short, I am once again “One with the Pack.” 😉
I spend my last day in La Paz doing all my favorite things. I start out by visiting my favorite coffee shop, Doce Cuarenta, a place I loved so much, I bought a souvenir mug to remind me of the days when “Mi día comienza después con café.”
In keeping with my theme of “favorite things,” I want to spend the day at the beach. I will take the ecobajatours.com shuttle bus bound for Playa Balandra. It’s a bittersweet day of beach combing, swimming, and sitting in my little backpacking chair, while staring out to the ocean, wondering how long it will be until I see a beach again.
After a pensive walk down the malecon at sunset, I end my day with a long standing family tradition. I learned to love Mexico from my brother Don. It started back in the early 80’s when he would come down to Cozumel to dive, convincing the entire family to join him, and continues to this day with his further exploration into Colonial Mexico. But it was these early trips that peaked my interest in scuba diving, launching a hobby that would take me from the cenotes of Akumal to the Great Barrier Reef of Australia. Still, no matter where we are, when seafood is on the menu, Don is sure to order his favorite….”a beeeeeeg fish.” This one’s for you, mi hermano.
Coming up…one last post on Baja containing some logistics which may or may not be of interest to anyone else, but serve to supplement my fading memories.
Meanwhile, here’s one last look at tonight’s lodging:
“’Let us go,’ we said, ‘into the Sea of Cortez, realizing that we become forever a part of it.” –John Steinbeck