On the Border in Tijuana

I learned through conversations with taxi drivers that you could declare yourself Tijuanese, a resident of Tijuana, if you lived there for many years. Many Mexican transplants did just that, adding a layer of a…

An Unexpected Place in Mulegé

A round, sunburned questionably Mexican man approached my truck and spoke in American English. I couldn’t immediately place the accent. “Where are you from?” the man asked in English. “New York,” I replied. I bit…

Coffee and Coco in Baja

I reasoned that surely there would be a little stand somewhere near the highway selling coffee. There was a campground in Puertecitos, Mexico, a tiny fishing camp with garbage, loose dogs, and tires littering the…

Roadtrip in Quintana Roo

About that road trip in Quintana Roo– I asked the attendant for directions to Tulum as I picked up a rental car in the airport in Cancún. The plan was to camp in the jungle…