Holy moly, now that the Airstream is on the move...it's time to get down and dirty on the road. This little silver nugget feels straight up luxe. No projects to complete, no tile to buy, to decisions to be made. Just one huge shopping trip at Camping World and a farmers market run this weekend and we are sorted. The headroom alone just blows my mind - should have done this months ago (granted, who knew the Flo would take so long...and I do so love living on the run).
That said, Mexico is right around the corner...literally on the horizon of the new year. All my old haunts are 'this' much closer to being right out my front door. Primo sushi and sunsets at Carlitos Place; perfect surf after a couple margs at Cerritos; kite surfing attempts in Las Ventanas; crazy fresh yellow tail at Rancho Pescadero; random snapshots of movement up and down the Baja; stars by the gazillion; whale birthing season in Magdelena Bay; Minka Mouse chasing birds on deserted beaches; a possible land purchase down near Loreto; a couple of cold beers here and there, but mostly frosty margaritas; researching the TV show I'm gonna craft in the nowhere sand dunes (think conspiracy/espionage/traitors/esoteric vibes); cooking up a storm - meaning finally mastering cooking a whole fish; homemade ceviche from just caught fish; slowly kayaking the Sea of Cortez; finally diving again (Indo seems so long ago); searching out a new 4th World Love CDC (for those who can't make it to Indo); remote spots that only solar can reach; and buckets of all the goodness that makes up Mexico.
It will be real, real, real tough to come back across that border, I can tell ya that much. Going underground HAWDDDDDDDDD.
I will just be devastated if the Mayans called it.