Since summer is winding down, and Preston and I didn't get our typical August trip to the beach house, I thought it would be appropriate to reminisce on our spring break to Baja Mexico, in honor of a beautiful summer nearly gone by.
We went with a mix of people--friends and family--and couldn't have asked for better company to fill the twelve-passenger van, dubbed the Baja Mobile.
We wasted no time filling our stomachs with delicious carne asada and Coke with for realsie sugar the evening we arrived. It was the beginning of what would be a blitzkrieg to our digestive systems as we downed those delicious babies for 3 days straight.
We day tripped to Ensenada, shopping, bargaining, and absorbing the culture, stopping at taco stands along the way. Austin ordered, what, like 5 at Tacos el Original? Can't argue with that.
We also took time to visit the blow hole. And eat more tacos. I know. They are small and affordable and this place has amazing fish tacos and you can't get more authentic so when you are in Mexico you eat a lot of tacos.
Back at the beach house, the boys braved the waves and the cold water for some boogy boarding and kayaking while us girls painted nails.
Unfortunately, we got trapped by the marine layer the whole time we were at the beach house, but we were thankfully able to escape it while in neighboring towns.
Two right feet...
beach (n.): place on which to make a wicked awesome sea turtle
and sing to that sea turtle. (La tortuuugaaaaaa, de amooooor!)
One of our last hurrahs for the trip was jumping out of our conspicuous Baja Mobile and joining this fellow in dance as he worked it. Guaranteed we made that farmacia ridiculously cooler. You're welcome.
Many of us have now moved around the world since this trip. When I think back on it, I think of:
Volleyball
Scum
Signs
Cookie Dough
Ponchos
Limes
Coke
Laughter Belly Aches
Puppies For Sale
Chocolate Covered Almonds (aka skinny death)
Thanks, friends, for the good time and great memories.
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