Nothing a good run won't cure. 3/19/18 - Monday

This morning I had an awesome run with no wind.  I expected to see quite a few folks down on the beach alongside the malecon because today is a Mexican holiday.  The holiday is in honor of Benito Juarez's birthday.  I did not, however, see many people.  After reflecting on this, I believe it was because of the extremely high and low tides.  There was no place to pitch a tent at high tide.  Later on, the folks came out of the woodwork but this is what I saw this morning, 1/2 way through my run:

Aren't I lucky?

Following a bit of apple and peanut butter breakfast, I got cleaned up and made my way to town with Pat to do -- some shopping!  We had to pick up a few treasures and regalos for friends before we leave MX on Wednesday.  Whatcha think? 




No, I didn't get the ponies. 

Lunch at Baja Mar -- tortilla soup, a crummy margarita followed up by a beer (did you see -- crummy margarita?), then back to shopping.

This evening I needed to make a stop at the Barefoot Bar -- gotta do it once at least in every trip.  So here I asked Lupita to make us a "really good"  "not happy hour" margarita and she didn't disappoint. 

For those of you who have been here -- Deja Vue

Back to the casita for "must go's" but not until after we saw the alpenglow on the Sea of Cortez.  Look at how beautiful it was.


Tomorrow -- yoga!!



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