Tag: Mexico
December 17 – 20, 2018. We had not intended to go to Guadalajara. Guadalajara is the second largest city in Mexico, right after Mexico City, and in general we try to avoid big cities, because there is no where to…
December 2018. It is time to wrap up our last month with numbers again! I like numbers. They can be fun. And when you start breaking things down into numbers they can become especially insightful or sometimes just plain weird….
December 13 – 16, 2018. Finally, we turned in from the coast. It had been getting warm and we were ready for a change. We headed towards the area of my Mexico map that I had created last summer dotted…
December 10 – 12, 2018. One of the last things anyone wants to hear when they are camped down the end of a dark dirt road by the beach late at night is someone outside pulling on the door handles…
December 8, 2018. In our last post we were tooling down the Mexican mainland coast of the Sea of Cortez. We took a break from the beaches to head inland from Topolobampo to Culiacán, where we wanted to see the…
December 1 – 12, 2018. A breeze blows through Ballena Blanca. We look out the side door and see sand and ocean. We fix dinner as the sun sets. We eat inside the van, gazing out, marvelling at the changing…
November 2018. Hola Todos! We are currently in Sinaloa Mexico just north of Mazatlan. Today we bring you another installment of Nomading by the Numbers where we count up all the interesting, curious or sometimes mundane things we did the…
November 17 – 22, 2018. A friend recently told us that he’d rather have dental surgery than spend Thanksgiving with his family. In the spirit of letting other people live their lives vicariously through us, Greg did just that. Earlier…
March 28 – March 30, 2018. “Cebolla” said Duwan, holding up our fridge door, and pointing inside. “No. En Inglés”, said the guy with the machine gun. Duwan said, “Oh, Onion”. They moved around the van’s interior. He pointed at…
March 20 – March 27, 2018. We ducked through the diminutive doorway, what could almost be describe as a hole-in-the-wall, underneath the San Ignacio Mission and descended a few steps. A friendly guy greeted us. We fumbled a bit in…
