There was a time in the “old country” I would leave my home to do a few errands around town. You know the drill: Bank, grocery store, Walgreens, etc. When I’d finally pull back into my driveway I may have driven seventy five miles. This was a common occurrence. We never thought much about the number of miles and time involved. After a while, this scenario became the norm. This was especially true if children were involved. You might end up being the chauffer, but this was a small price to pay to know where the kids were and that they were safe. I mean what was a few extra ten or twenty miles?

Several months ago I had the pleasure of meeting some women that were discussing the singles group they belonged to in San Felipe. I really wasn’t a part of the conversation, but that’s never stopped me before. I asked a few questions about the group. Like when do they meet? How many members are there, and are they all women? The women I was asking these questions of know that I am anything but single. So of course they had a question of their own. You’re married! What do you care about a singles group? At that point I was mostly just curious, but then I started thinking perhaps this could be a great article. An article that might help others that like myself, have no idea there was such a group serving the San Felipe single population.

It was one of those mornings that just felt good. It felt right. You had the strange feeling that you were in one of those fishing shows you see on “The Wild World of Sports.” It’s nippy but not cold. The cool early morning air mixes with the smell and sweet salty taste of the smooth water known as The Sea of Cortez.

In the old country I’d watch the moon come and go, really never paying too much attention to its cycles. Much of the time it was too cloudy to even see “Luna” as it is know to my grandkids. Once in a while we may be camping, fishing or otherwise less hurried and so felt that we might have the time to look up and soak it all in.

Back in my other life in the “old country” I had the opportunity to go see a group of dedicated albeit young and athletic dancers doing the famed River Dance.

I must admit I have gotten very tired of all these dollar nights. They all seem to tout a good deal. That may be true, but a good deal is obviously in the eyes or in this case in the stomach of the beholder.

Those of you who know me, know of my love for San Felipe. Really, Baja in general but especially for my San Felipe. There is a certain tranquility, a laid back mood, a charm that seems to overtake both the occasional visitor as well as those of us fortunate enough to call this gem home.

I must preface this story with the statement that it is all true. All of these things happened to me just as I have written them. Sometimes, I think drama follows me everywhere I go.