I really enjoyed the 17 days I spent in Baja last year. I wasn’t ready to leave, but decided to head back for fear the unanticipated cloud cover in San Diego was prohibiting my solar panels from sustaining life in the Winnie without me. So I left La Paz last March before I was ready to go. I was eager to return this year and pick up where I left off. Continue reading
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.”
Continue reading