6 Weeks and Counting
When this gig I am on is over, I'll have been working 17 months straight. Them's some harsh numbers for a chick like me. In 6 weeks I get a one week break. Let's focus on that MST.
Everyone on the crew is discussing where they'll head between two 10 episode runs...and the top of mine has gotta be Mexico. I need somewhere that's is 5 hour flight or less. Someplace where I can be in the ocean all day long. A place far off the grid, where I know a few folks at most. Maybe back to Baja for some surf lessons with Carlos at Cerritos? Or back to Isla Mujeres - it's been way too long. Should I check on my trailer and wile away the days down in San Miguel de Allende? And, then there's Yelapa and my fave ceviche in the world. All I know is it AIN'T here. I'll need to come back mad refreshed for another 6 month sprint to the end...and there ain't a single place stateside that's gonna satisfy me. 1st flight out, come Augusto :)
When I was just in Baja, I did stop into a cool new joint called Rancho Pescadero. Situated on the ocean in a super lush little valley, just outside of still-sweet Todos Santos. They had a jalapeno spiked shot of tequila that blew my mind. Tasted like liquid nachos. Very tucked away place, right on the beach, best sunsets on the Pacific.
Gone. Just gone.