We met a really nice couple from Montreal that are renting for a couple months, but they leave this weekend. They invited us along to the beach today...so we are taking them up on that since we don't have a car. The beach is Huatabambito. You can google it for more (maybe) info if you want. It is about an 1 1/2 we think. It is a local beach on the Sea of Cortez...not a real resort town...minimal facilities, but supposedly incredible restaurants with fresh daily seafood catches....one guide book talks of a place to get giant grilled prawns and shrimp "the size of kittens" so my mouth is watering over that prospect!!
Lisa has spent almost two days in bed getting over a flu/cold...hopefully she is up for the beach trip today. It has been a little lonely wandering the streets alone, but she is on the mend!
Watched a wonderful movie the other night at one of the hotels having a pizza-movie night. The history and perspective of Mexican women...particularly those in the arts and singing. One quote really struck with me. An older woman talked of Mexico, the magic, the dreams of Mexico...she said "Mexico is a land of dreams, a place for dreaming! Nobody "dreams" of Venezuela...nobody "dreams" of Uruguay or Columbia...people around the word DREAM OF MEXICO!"
I loved that.....:)
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Hi ya'll from Mark and Jeanne. Sounds like a great trip so far. We actually got up around 50 today so there. Keep on blogging!
What a life you two could have if you can sell enough vibra-mats to pay for it all...
Three months each year on the beautiful farm tending the gardens and eating eggs.
Three months each year at that wonderful log home in Wisconsin eating all the bass you could possibly cstch.
Three months each year enjoying that awsome view from your pearch high above the river on the bluffs of southern Minnesota.
And three months each year wintering down in your dreamy Mexican wonderland.
If you decide to sell anything I hope you offer it to family before listing it with an agent!
I got dibs on that run down log cabin in the woods.
Jealous in Florida
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