We weren’t sad as Myrtle gulped the northern-facing miles down.
We were happy to visit the Best Damn Taco Shop Ever, Tacos Los Poblanos in San Quintin.
Goodbye tacos. Goodbye beautiful salsa
Aching little legs that were attached to squeeling little bodies, so happy to have Daddy running after them as they’d scramble up stairs…
Goodbye to the toilet roll which seemed to come undone at each and every motel room. Between Moxie and MacQuinn, it was never safe on the spinner.
Goodbye to sinks that Moxie adored climbing into
Goodbye to carnitas tacos. Oh yum.
Goodbye to ceviche
We were so, SO proud of our kids loving ceviche and all the fishly goodness that drips forth from the mariscos stands. I doubt I would have been as adventurous at their age.
Goodbye to breakfasts on the go,
Goodbye to chasing Pugsley, “HEEEEEEEEEEL!” and dealing with everyone going nuts over seeing a pug, “your kids are cute too”, people would say, giving their heads a friendly pat, after crooning and mooning over Pugsley and getting their pictures taken with him.
Goodbye to wide, dusty streets that harken to the Wild West and where dreams are big and fierce and all things are possible with a little work
Goodbye to the military and military checkpoints. It’s funny how they really freaked us out on our first driving trip to Baja, but how we kind of like them now. They guys are always young and usually chatty. 9 times out of 10 they adore kids. A whole truckful went nuts once when Moxie waved to them – every*single*guy (bar none) shot his hand up and waved back at her with bright smiles.
But they can look scary. I get it. I just think they are all right now.
We said goodbye to Baja, this place that we love so well
From the very tip to the top
Goodbye. We will see you in a while, maybe? One day?
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