Baja

A quarter-century… I sit here trying to wrap my head around that phrase because nearly 25 years ago, I spent a few months exploring Baja California Sur.  This year, for our wedding anniversary, I returned with Gavin. We chose the sleepy town of Pescadero, on the Pacific coast, to hunker down for a few days…

The Third Wheel in Mexico

On a lazy, hazy Mexican afternoon I sipped my drink, perched in a shaded chair at the beach near my husband, watching the birds bounce around the crooked branches above my head. It was a quiet day, and the only noise was the chirping coming from above and the crashing of waves on the beach. Suddenly…

“Do You… Scuba?”

I am a very wimpy scuba diver. When I get to the bottom of the ocean I either start flailing my arms like a crazy person, or I suction-cup myself to a skilled divemaster who watches my every move, making sure that I don’t magically inflate my BC, float up to the surface, and bob around…

The Inquisition

“Do you have kids?” The beach bar at our little hotel was offering a happy hour and a result, of course, the cozy bar was very, very full. My neighbor to the left leaned in closer, eyes squinty from an hour or so of two-for-one margaritas, and repeated the question. “So, do you have kids?” “No”,…