Traveling with our children is always a wonder. I haven’t been on an adventure alone with my daughter Mira since we went to China in 2005. She was 15 then, now she is turning 21.
Today I kissed my boys goodbye, and hugged Jessie too. We’ve flown from Boston to Dallas, then to San Jose del Cabo. We had a family beg to cut in line at check in because they were late, but found them on our flight anyway because they missed their earlier one (don’t go to airport late!)
We laughed heartily while waiting to board when Mira got an email from the passport office saying they had finished processing her application and would mail the passport to her (she had spent the whole day Thursday at the office in New Hampshire making them do it THEN.) Do you know all about the rules?
We stepped into the gloriously warm air of Mexico this evening, and are settled into a sweet hotel in San Jose. We went to the restaurant for ceviche and shrimp quesadilla (ok, maybe we had a local beer too). It’s Friday night – there was quite a crowd, and live music. Three local boys, doing really quite good renditions of American favorites such as Hotel California. It felt a bit — touristy? But still, a rousing good time.
We’ll explore this little town tomorrow, then meet up with the group for the journey to Todos Santos. But first, sleep.