Just a short three hour drive away from LA is a slower world that we would like to inhabit more often. Baja Mexico. They don't stop you going in, but they sure do stop you coming back.
Lots of development going on down here. Just five years ago, a lot of this area was just open land.
Mom and Dad drool just thinking about huevos rancheros and the flavor of the homemade tortillas grilled over a wood fire, imparting the most delicious flavor. The entire restaurant serves organic deer, rabbit, lamb, cow, grouse, & chickens raised on their farm 30 minutes away. It has to be the best Dad's ever had.
All cooked over an open wood fire - those are potatoes on the top - YUM!
Heading past Rosarito on a lonely side street is the remembrances of one too many people who have passed away under this bridge.
And no wonder - there's no guardrails.
A poor guy from Alaska didn't navigate the bridge too well. We hope everyone was ok.
We figure that whoever painted this sign may have had a couple as well.
Dylan on the palapa dancefloor at our hotel.
Undoubtedly, one of the best photos of Dylan.
The next morning on a walk on the "sandy" beaches of Baja's K-38, a renowned surf spot.
They built a larger than lifesize Jesus a year ago that overlooked our hotel. We figured that since Jesus was praying over us, the hotel wouldn't fall into the ocean. We were right. Jamie smiles for the camera.
The best part of this place is just watching the waves from your balcony or out on a walk. Nevermind the two busloads of San Diegans who showed up earlier in the day to get so drunk that none of them could walk straight. What a loud bunch. Louder than Jamie and Dylan combined which is hard to believe.
Jamie trys a pinapple juice shot. He even swallowed the worm. What a trooper.
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