There isn’t much to report about our time in San Miguel de Allende. It was a place where we finally did get to stop, relax, set up the tent and stop moving for a bit. We even got a little work done—how productive of us! Luckily we took one or two photos and a video of some magical dancing birds to keep this blog post interesting.
After a brief stint on the narrow and shoulderless Highway 1, we took our first opportunity to get back to the peaceful coast of the Sea of Cortez—via Bahía De Los Ángeles. It was here that we spotted our first roof dogs of the trip and started to really feel like we were in Mexico.
We were finally relaxing on the beach on the coast south of Rosarito in Baja. We had nowhere to drive, no visas due to expire, no interstates to contend with, no schedule, no maps and no plan. We decided it was a good opportunity to go and watch some other people who were in a rush.
As it turns out the people predicting the apocalypse have been disappointed. This happens a lot, it is unfortunate really. The day someone finally actually gets it right they won’t even get the opportunity to be smug about it.