We had to go South to Baja California Sur for some legal bidnass, so we spent ten hours in the car one day last week. The road is windy, pothole-y, and long. We drove down there, did the bidnass, ate lunch, and drove back. It was not that fun.
In the morning, on the way down, we stopped in Cataviña for a rest, and Manfriend and I set out to photograph things. I guess that should be more like Manfriend set out to photograph things, and I followed, and got my picture taken.
This is not me. Does anybody know what this thing is?
As lunch was ending I went to the bathroom, and came out to find everyone had left without me, and they had left my purse at the table. In Spanish I murmered about how they had left me, and left my bag, and the man shook his head, gave me a solemn face, and told me what bad friends I had.
In case you were wondering how tiny, barren, and not-great-in-general the highway is - here you go. Yes, this is the highway, and there is only one to get down the peninsula.