Our home in Los Barriles, Bobby's RV.
The party space.
Waiting for our tacos de pescado for breakfast.
The Gringo volleyball game almost every morning.
Our friends, Melanie and Gerry's gorgeous hacienda on the hill.
The view of Los Barriles from Gerry's garden.
Melanie is out of town, but Gerry treats us like family, beginning with his famous margaritas.
Fresh ahi tuna, bought from a local fisherman.
It's unseasonably cold, but the fire warms Bobby's backside.
We move to the veranda to enjoy the margaritas and the view.
One of Gerry's giant agaves.
We ask why does the temperature always drop when Don and I are here? Still 60 degrees is better than 40.
I enjoy the flowers and a Pacifico.
Los Barilles on the Sea of Cortez.
If you live here, 60 degrees is almost unbearable. My blood is still thick from the Seattle winter.
We go to Tio Pablo's for Dinner.
Hmmm, let's go for the special.
Yikes, that's a lot of food.
Look at the size of that chile relleno.