Spent 10 days in Baja recently. 5 days sea kayaking down the west coast of the island of Espiritu Santo in the Sea of Cortez. Stunning. Desolate, arid landscape meets tropical ocean complete with healthy living reefs festooned with fantastically colorful fish, mantas, turtles. With the exception of a local pulpo fisherman, we saw and spoke with no one else but eachother and I found myself thinking much about "place." Our place as humans on this planet...and my little place in the midst of all us humans.
Spent the other 5 days exploring southern Baja and found it rather perplexing. It seemed every other vehicle had either a California, Colorado, Washington, Oregon or Montana license plate. Modern adobe homes with staggering pricetags sprouting like agave in every imaginable color on the mexican spectrum. The owners of the shops, galleries, restaurants, and hotels..... American.....and the Mexican wait-staff speak almost exclusively in english. The dollar/peso exchange rate apparently a formality. We paid more for migas in Todo Santos than we do at home in San Francisco. The newspapers are in english.
The world is getting smaller. And it's happening so fast.
We have to trust that we will all end up in our right "places." Clearly, I'm still trying to find mine.
Bronwen
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