Being here now in beautiful La Misión, Baja California, writing from the comfort of my big, soft bed while the waves crash outside my window, makes me feel crazy for wasting a single second worrying about the trip into Mexico…
From crossing the sleepy border at Tecate (took all of 10-minutes) to the simple drive to our destination (even though we found ourselves off-course with the provided directions we still made it on our own without any maps or GPS to speak of), everything has gone so smoothly.
We also couldn’t be more ecstatic about the last minute find on Airbnb: a beautiful oceanfront property (pictured below second from left with all the palm trees), completely secluded, rugged, and non-touristy, within walking distance to restaurants and markets, equipped with a ton of cute dogs (the owner, Cathy, rescues them), and one lovely neighboring horse.
Taking the dogs for a sunset stroll along the beach.
One of Cathy’s rescue pups, Sunny.
Restaurant Poco Cielo, a 30 second walk from our place.
Yesterday we took the drive south into Ensenada, a place I am very familiar with from a previous cruise ship contract but haven’t been back to in 8 years. It was great to roam around again and see all that has stayed the same (my favorite taco haunt!) and what is new (a Starbucks!). Today we’re heading north into Rosarito, and tomorrow we plan on hitting up wine country on our drive back into the states.
And after that? Well, time will tell; I have no idea! But as I sarcastically said to my friend the other day as we sipped beer on the beach and watched the sunset, “it isn’t so bad being jobless and homeless, is it?” In all actuality, it’s the most alive I’ve ever felt.