One cannot fly directly from Kaua’i to Baja California Sur, not on a commercial airline, anyway. Instead, I first traveled to the land of my birth, Phoenix. This makes metaphorical sense to me: new start, new life. Sluff off the old and regenerate. Back to the beginning to move onward.
Today I’m in La Paz, though I started on the Pacific side of the peninsula, sleeping in an undeveloped development, Agua Blanca, then jumping in the sea.
But now — Sea of Cortez! and islands in the distance. Just ate scallops with garlic from a boat launch restaurant, while watching sailboats and fishermen. Loud love songs blare from the bar; the sun shines brightly, though the breeze is brisk.
I did it: left the ‘ohana and got off the island. Anything is possible.
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