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I made a big investment in bikinis for this sabbatical. Between the surfing, paddle boarding, and coastal stops, I knew I’d be wearing a lot of them. So, I tried them on, one after the other, teals, fuchsias, blacks, oranges—all shapes, several sizes. I preened and posed in tiny dressing rooms, envisioning myself wearing them…

The last stretch of desert highway before La Paz was the hardest. Gone were the curves that whipped us around low mountains, the deep oranges set off against hues of greens and beige, the glimpses and then jaw-dropping vistas of the coast.  Before us lay four hours of straight highway across a mostly flat desert….

Today, I’m interrupting the week-by-week roll out of Princess’s adventures (as well as mine and Ana’s) through Baja because I want to talk to you about Spain. Or, more precisely, bread in Spain. Try as I might, I cannot escape it. The smell of fresh baked bread wafts through the streets each morning as I…

Let’s start today’s post with a Spanish lesson. La Paz. City in Baja California Sur, Mexico (among other places). English translation: peace. For 5 days Ana and I had literally been on the road to peace. For two yogis with a growing list of Rules of the Road, the metaphor wasn’t lost on us. You…

It was only a matter of time before we got pulled over. That we made it to day 3 and shortly past Guerrero Negro before it happened, well, impressive. That we hadn’t actually done anything to warrant getting pulled over, unsurprising. But the fact that we didn’t pay anything, neither a ticket nor a bribe,…