Q: What do you get when you mix sun, sand, 3,000 retired North Americans, and enough Pemex stations to fuel a battalion of RVs?A: The town of San Felipe. Post-apocalyptic trailer parks. And extremely large cans of Tecate.
My friend Kiza came down to Baja for the week sandwiched between St. Valentine’s Day and my 31st birthday. We spent a handful of days exploring the cafes, cuisine, and jazz clubs of Tijuana.
Itching for a road trip, we pointed my truck southeast and headed for San Felipe, a small fishing/tourist town on the Gulf. Here, time is marked by the slow lapping of extreme tides, stark shadows moving across the arid mountains, and the migration of human snowbirds from the north (Canadians included). No whistle-blowing waiters and Señor Frog’s in this town: Kiza and I were the only foreigners under 65. Sort of like Mexico meets Green Valley, Arizona. With Tecate cans, larger than life.
Kiza: Where are all the young people??
Dawn on the tidal flats with Zuzu
Objects in mirror are closer than they appear
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