|Todos Santos, BCS, Mexico.
The sunrises here do not suck.
|So cute, it hurts.|
Palm Beach: A truly unique experience. You might have to get a local to point you in the right direction, as there aren’t any signs. You’ll drive down an unmarked, washboard dirt road and then hike through a palm grove before coming out to the beach, which is one of the area’s hidden gems. Giant rock cliffs flank each side of the beach, creating an enclosed little slice of paradise. Palm Beach is also known for strong currents, so either stay shallow or when facing the water, hug the left side of the beach.
|The commute to Palm Beach.|
|Palm Beach from end to end. It’s tough to manage the crowds.|
|Yes, that’s my mother-in-law on the poster. Total bad ass.|
It’s not just about practicing Spanish and language learning (we use Duolingo). It’s also about appreciating how welcoming and patient people are. I’ve heard far too many stories of Americans yelling at non-English speakers for using their native language. Not once while speaking English has a Mexican yelled at me and said, “Usted está en México! Habla español!” Actively witnessing the opposite of bigotry is an excellent and timely teaching lesson in humanity. We make the effort to speak Spanish, even when we know we probably sound pretty ridiculous, but we also appreciate the willingness of locals to speak English or meet us halfway when they can. The effort and general kindness go a long way.
|Our current digs.|
|Zumba Jan with her granddaughters at La Casita.
There are MANY excellent restaurants in TS, this just happens to be my latest favorite.