All this happened within minutes and disappeared as quickly as it came. Mother Nature is a fickle woman.
Going through the mountains, I wondered what it took to be a highway sign maker in Mexico? Are all those squiggly lines truly representative of each unique curve in the road, or are they a series of standard squiggles that are simply close enough? There are endless car games that we play as a child to while away the boredom, and the Baja actually supplies brain teasers such as these to figure out “what the heck does that mean??” Praying squirrels and flying cows are apparently all you need to know.
This led me to inquire how does one get a Mexican driver’s license. Is there a booklet to study? Is there a test to take? Is there a waiting period? Of course not! You decide what Class of license you think you want; you pay your money; and they glue stick your photo to a paper license. Done, Finito! Simple, scary, but it works.
We arrived in La Paz in time to watch the sunset and soak up the activity. Hundreds of people along the malecon cruising, walking, watching local entertainment. There were families, lovers, tourists, balloon and cotton candy vendors. Here's Donella at the Seven Seas Hotel on the rooftop. Another of my favorite places! It’s open air, 7 stories up and facing the water and you can see and hear all the activity below, in secluded privacy. The food is great and the service is terrific.