I like me a long lens
The swooping buzzards signal the road kill. Carcasses picked to the bitter bone. Every few hundred miles or so - dogs, cows, horses. Matters not. The desert always grabs you and spits you back out. Birds scream and scatter. Dust whips all around. Semi trucks shriek by. Clouds float past. You can always see the buzzards creeping their way back in the rearview as you tear away down HWY 1 toward the next cold beverage.
Margaritas are always inviting you in every door - and no matter the establishment - somehow there is always a blender in house ready to whip up a fresh batch of booze heavy refreshments. I'd say 4 a day is the norm. Pending on the potency, could be right in a row like slugs of wheatgrass at the farmers market. It's inched its way up to 6/7 at times. Eeeeee! Nary a day passes without one slipping thru the lips.
Baja is just good like that.
Baja is the best! And Mexican margaritas - as in IN Mexico, somehow always seem to take on a whole different level of enjoyment. I've long believed it's the limes, but who knows... Thanks for a great blog, some excellent daydreams and hazy memories. I'm going to go fire up my blender as soon as I click "post."
Posted by: Adam Gleason | February 18, 2011 at 11:29 AM
Great blog! I, too, love Mexico. Your descriptions are dead on. And thanks for the great pics. With 20 inches of snow outside they make me have hope for a trip down there soon. From KC, Mo B.
Posted by: Bev | February 04, 2011 at 06:18 AM