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Category Archives: Baja Living
Morning Notes
Skies blue, sun rising and the temperatures again warm. My turns to shorts and t-shirts. Second cup of coffee.
Buster sits on the beach with Shorty and Diego howling at the pelicans that float just beyond an easy reach.
The birds twitter bouncing tree to tree. It feels like springtime, but it’s only the 4th day of February.
Dinner last night at 1697, Norma and Kirnin’s wonderful restaurant on the plaza. We drank red wine with Alexander Ogilvie, our friend and owner of Loreto Realty. Pizza and pasta. Warm tables close together against the evening chill. Dee Wise comes in for dinner. I haven’t had the chance to spend any time with her.
Why am I never here long enough?
surf through sunset
Catharine cruises first point waves
waist high waves .. 3 people in the water .. warm turqoise blue .. dolphins diving just beyond the break … i think this is heaven ….
rain rain rain in the desert ….
Always seems like a miracle .. the incredible fragrances released from the dry earth. Plant life open their orifices to drink in the healing liquid.
Storm brewing over the Baja desert
cynthia’s touch …
Cynthia Wagstaff works magic. Everything she touches in her environment is changed in an artful, soulful, fun and simultaneously spiritual way. Her surroundings are a delight for the eyes and a wakeup to the heart.
Dancing Margaritas - Painted wall by Cynthia Wagstaff
New Beach Dog – Gus
Marci & Cynthia with Gus
“Gus” was inadvertently tossed from the back of a pickup truck and simultaneously freed from the oil drum he’d been jammed inside – a trip to the dump and the end of a dog. Rolling past Bill, Marci’s husband, was all it took for Gus to find a new home. They had lost their dog a couple of years back, and Gus – like most dogs – found them. Luckily, Gus’s sister, who showed up on my walk with Buster the next day and followed us back to Cynthia’s house, found her own home. The luck of the dog, I guess.
Surfing fun waves with good friends …
Spent days in San Juanico with Cynthia and Cal Wagstaff, who graciously shared their home. Their son Justin was visiting from Idaho, where he’s a snowboarding instructor, among other things .. and I was happy to share hours in the wate with him at first point. Cal loaned me a longer board which made it easier to zoom and play on the face of 2-3′ waves. While the size wasn’t awesome, the fact that we usually had no more than three people in the water at any one time was super special.
Justin at 1st Point
Watch out for those double overheads!
Smiling all the way
Tubed in 2’er
the scent of morning coffee
Starting the day ....
Coffee.
Coffee.
Beyond the cactus garden of the outdoor restaurant, waves can be seen rolling across the bay. Not large, but constant .. a small machine born of swells hundreds of miles away. The scent of salt water mingles with hot coffee and the simmering eggs from the tiny kitchen. Mexican living is simpler. Sweeter somehow. A couple of pick-up trucks pass by on the dusty roads. No freeways. No tall skyscrapers. Nothing to assault the senses. Made to scale block buildings, colorfully painted, covered in olas – palapa roofs. A donkey wanders down the road. Roosters cry a few doors down. The sky’s been lit for a very long time, but they don’t seem to care. Freshly made tortillas arrive, steaming in their woven basket, along with small jars of butter and jam.
Good friends, good times ..
Baja seems more spontaneous .. more impulsive. Maybe it’s because most have left the routine of their other lives behind when they cross the border and live more and more in the moment. Examples : tuna caught! Let’s have friends for dinner. Bring wine, bring salad, bring laughter. John’s in town. That means fried chicken. Bring potatoes, bring wine and beer, bring brownies. Watch the sun set and waves rush across the bay and breathe in the fullness of being alive. Get to know new friends, share stories, expand horizons. Learn about one another in meaningful ways.
Easy Days in San Juanico
Daybreak, San Juanico. Small waves crash upon the rocks at First Point and early light colors everything. Gulls rise and fall searching their breakfast, and to my back, the full moon pulls the tide through extreme ranges of high and low. This morning, barely a swath of sand. Mid-morning, none at all. Easy days of surf and friendship. Cal and Cynthia share their home on the hilltop, and their son, Justin visits from Idaho.
Baja Dreaming 
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