Where do you want to go?

9 Jan

It’s your turn to choose. Where do you want to go for our winter road trip? Sedona? <checks weather app> High of 30*, low 19*, do you really wanna…. Uh. Uh-huh. Yeah. ….. Wait. ๐Ÿ˜ณ What do you mean you’ve never been to Mexico? Ever? Like, as in never in your whole life? How is that even remotely possible? That is very far from OK. When’s the last time you left the country? Whatintheactualfuck… August 2009. The month before we met. How are we even friends????

And so it began.

His first trip out of the country since I’ve known him. Mexico was his choice, but somehow all the planning became my responsibility, which is a funny thing in the post-brain-bashing era of my life. The “old” me planned things down to the minute–just ask G$ about the aggressive agenda I concocted and wrangled into submission while we were in Turkey in 2003….

The current version of CZ “planning” can best be summed up by the following: Secure housing and then, … meh. Whatever happens, happens

In fact, that “plan” actually covers my life in general, not just my travels. As has been the case since the first full year after my brain bashing, I recently sent the landlady a 5-figure check to cover all of this year’s rent, so no matter how sideways this year might go, at least I’ll have hot water and a roof over my head through the end of 2017. And I feel like the “housing first” plan has maybe become one of the best things I’ve ever done for myself, but I digress…

Back to Mexico. 

His only requirement was that we could reach our destination within a 4.5hr drive and that we select a ~9hr audiobook to join us in the car. That made sense at the time, but we forgot to account for the fact that we actually do enjoy each other’s company and using each other’s brains to help shape ideas and world views. Accordingly, we would not complete the audiobook on this trip. Even when Waze sent us 30mi in the wrong direction and we had to double-back for another 30mi along the surprisingly rugged and beautiful Mexican coastline, those “bonus miles” were not enough to enable us to find out what happened to Bob in outer space. Bummer for Bob, but actually great for us. You learn a lot about one another when you wind up lost in a foreign land…

Waze. We love you in America, but my dog you are a worthless POS in Mexico. Good thing he printed out hard-copy directions “just in case”–oh, except that he only brought 2 of the 3 pages and the section we needed was on that missing page. Well, good thing that I wrote-out longhand notes before we left–oh, except that I left them on the coffee table at home. Huh. Well, now we clearly are in the heart of Ensenada (JEEBUS that is a HUGE cruise ship!), which is 100% definitely for sure NOT the “tranquil oasis” that is supposed to be our ultimate destination. 

What to do, what to do? 

Showing a formidable amount of foresight and caution, he decided that we should pull over, get some gas, and maybe ask for directions. As I fumbled through some Spanglish to negotiate with the full-service pump guy (and explain things to PP who has no Spanglish skills) the most joyous noise arose from my lap:

Bloink-bloink, bloink-bloink

Woo-hoo! Thank you iPhone and divine providence: You’ve got data!

The previous plea I made to our AirBnB host was answered. A detailed dossier and directions had arrived via email. We gassed up the car. Tipped the nice gas jockey, and headed back up the coast, chasing the sun as it set over the Pacific. 

When we arrived at our destination it was incredibly dark. It was also incredibly quiet and peaceful.  I don’t remember which of us said it, but we both agreed that getting lost was perhaps the best way to determine that we were exactly where we were meant to be.


Originally, Ensenada had been his idea/goal for the trip, but I opted to rent a home in a place that does not appear on TripAdvisor–going off-the-map intentionally as well as figuratively. Ensenada, at least what we saw of it, was a cacophonous circus. This place, this “tranquil oasis,” lived up to its label perfectly. 

Wordlessly, peacefully, blissfully, we unloaded the car, trudging our bikes and gear up steep switchbacky stone steps–enchanted and becalmed by the environment and by each other.

Once settled in, we opened up the great glass slider on the balcony to let in more calming freshness. After awhile, I broke our reverie, enveloped him in a huge hug and said: “You know, you make a pretty agreeable travel companion…” He paused, let that sink in, and said, “I was just thinking the same thing, CZ. That was a pretty good day. … Ready for some margaritas now?”


4 Responses to “Where do you want to go?”

  1. Anonymous January 9, 2017 at 2:18 pm #

    Back some time ago, like in the early 00s, we stayed with Emma at the Rosarito Beach Hotel and had such a great time. It appears to have been demolished and a condo type thing is in its place. If I could find the pix that Fisher took, I would post it. Stay tuned. PS we love Mexico!

    • justadventures January 9, 2017 at 2:22 pm #

      LOTS of new condo developments in the Rosarito area. It was a bit shocking (in a mostly good way).

  2. sally dore January 9, 2017 at 9:09 pm #

    I was the girl at Mardi that needed help on catching beads. Come on back and see I got dis. I had so much fun and enjoy following your travels

    • justadventures January 9, 2017 at 9:28 pm #

      Oh my goodness! Sally, I remember you! That was a good time, indeed. If this year is warmer than in 2015, I might return and stay longer this time! Take care.

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