Two days ago (time flies!) we drove from Culiacan to Mazatlan. It was a short drive (3 hours), as David wasn’t feeling well. We decided to stay in the Old Mazatlan Inn, the Top Pick in Lonely Planet. Well, not only couldn’t we find it, we asked a local and he couldn’t find it, either! We ended up staying at The Best Western, which was right on the beach and there was a wide variety of restaurants close by. Day before yesterday we drove to Guadalajara, the state capital of Jalisco. Guadalajara has 4.3 million people (and they were all on the road ahead of us!) We stayed at The Hotel Francis, which was right in the center of town (Plaza de Armas). It has been in operation since 1610. We went to the rooftop and ... read more

Hobo: a tramp or vagrant. Vagabond: wandering from place to place without any settled home; nomadic: a vagabond tribe. By these definitions, we’re definitely vagabonds. We turned in the keys to our house to our property manager and we officially became vagabonds at 8 AM when we left Rohnert Park in the rear-view mirror. What a totally bizarre life! While driving down I5, there were construction signs about one hundred miles out. We decided to drive through Wasco instead of getting stuck in the one-lane traffic. David’s family is from Wasco, so we went to the farm and took a couple of pictures. There were also three brand new “model homes” in the middle of nowhere which were apparently abandoned. So sad. Right now I’m sitting in a Palm Springs hotel at 10 PM. Palm Springs ... read more