We crossed the border into the United States of America after a
2-month visit to our house in Bahia de Los Angeles. We took the
Tecate turnoff just north of Ensenada. We opted to avoid the
constant confrontation of forced lane changes and people who
know the route better than we do cutting in front of others less
knowledgeable. The kindness we had been living in the remote
small-village environs of the Bay is certainly not located at
the Tijuana crossing. Tecate took us just a few moments; it can
be much longer but it is more policed and structured. The
smaller town folks are more giving and considerate. Seems like
that might just be true regardless of the part of the world
We got home to Ventura, California. Michael and Kevin helped us
unload. Hugs passed as freely as the duffels filled with soiled
clothes. Our first several nights were a little noisier and
filled with less friendly sounds. In the bay we're
caressed daily and nightly with natural sounds of whales,
dolphin, sea birds, sea lions, and waves, small fragile
sparkling tinkles in the night reflect off the distant stars and
moon. Our moon.
While we live in Ventura in a relatively remote small orchard of
avocado and lemon trees, our rented house is located between the
126 freeway and another major thoroughfare connecting Valencia
and the coast. The noise from traffic, particularly in the
evenings and early morning hours, is too much. I fall asleep
dreaming of Bahia de Los Angeles.
We're heading there soon. I have a list of supplies we
need. Mary Ann has met a neighbor at our house on the Sea of
Cortez who does the ancient art fabric Locker Hooking. We set
off to the local Wal-Mart to buy what she needs to perform this
art. I was completely unprepared.
In Bahia the definition of a crowd is several people gathered
somewhere. The Ventura Wal-Mart is huge and there must have been
many thousands of shoppers, all speaking different languages,
pushing shopping carts filled to the brim and not watching where
they were going and grabbing at more STUFF! What has America
taught us? I do not mean this disrespectfully as I am very much
All my life I have spent money as a form of uplifting
entertainment. Now, retired, I have to stop. But I've
been thinking about it for some time. It's something I
need to fix in myself. I really don't think
it'll be too hard. It's a matter of my
understanding my own form of demented logic.
The bulging crowd continues on their quest for new stuff. We
enter the checkout line, one of twenty, and it takes us 20
minutes. We only have several purchases. The rush of humanity is
incredible and overpowering. I can't wait to get out of
Cars in the parking lot are zooming around looking for open
slots. People are everywhere. I'm overwhelmed once
again. This is the society I grew up in but it has grown. I long
to be back in Bahia de Los Angeles or elsewhere in Baja, in
Mexico, where I also grew up.
"Come save me, Baja."
"I'm right there with you, Michael. I'm
in your head." She said.