This is the spot that finally had us cave in and get a solar panel precisely because it was so lovely we simply didn’t want to leave. In fact, had it not been for the bee I have in my bonnet for wanting to learn how to surf, which requires a change of scenery (Pacific Ocean waves in place of Sea of Cortez glass) we’d still be there now, angling for one of Bernie’s fresh-caught dorados.
What a spot.
Once I’m done getting pounded into the sand at Los Cerritos, with any luck, we’ll acquire The Hippo and turn this convoy right around and head back.
Evidence of the pleasantness below:
View down the beach as Val and Sylvie relax after a stressful morning spent, you know, relaxing.
You can see how crowded it was.
My mouth waters when I see this photo. Every time.
Sea lion colony just around the corner.
Who’s afraid of sharks? Not these kids, apparently.
Another picture Claudio snapped of us while snorkeling the reef at Cabo Pulmo.
Trying to drown Dad is a pretty popular game here, even on the rare cloudy mornings.
This little monkey is eight!
Opening presents on the beach, and clearly delighted.
Dream cake for an eight year old.
I get that I am dwelling on this but I feel like when the sun hits Leonie at one angle, she’s a kid, and when it hits her at another angle, she’s 27 years old and applying to business school…
Leonie and (not) her dog, Osa.
The sunsets were, of course, awful.
Alex here demonstrating one way to back a Defender into position.
Leonie approaching Steve’s house.
The girls inspect the perimeter, we were all quite taken with his “fort”.
Eight years old. Can’t even believe it.
The wild things, if you’re wondering, are here at Los Frailes.
The Bernie Handroll – about half a pound of fresh dorado in there, not sure if I’ve ever had better sushi.
Saying hello to our new friends in the yacht that anchored offshore for a couple nights, then, mysteriously, left without so much as an invitation for drinks.
A little family photo on the beach – we left for Los Cerritos an hour or so later.