Adios, Baja

We pack our bags slowly, wave good morning to the fishermen cutting across the cove in the sunrise and slowly make our way to San Jose de Baja. Our flight is early in the morning, so we stayed at the venerable old Tropicana right off the old town plaza. I thought this little guy chasing pigeons was a fitting sense of the joy we all felt during these few days. The problems back home were forgotten...or just plain not talked about. We all felt the same anyway. Now we head back into the fray fully rested to do battle!
Later that evening, we 4, T & M. M & I, made it a plan to return next year. How could we not?