Should I rent the place, I’m going to be anxious picking up guests at the airport and bringing them back. The 10-mile drive from San Jose Los Cabos to here takes 45-minutes through rough, barren terrain. I can already palpably feel their uncertainty and trepidation.
Where on Earth is he taking us?
Well, pressed for time. More later. Things to sort. For right now, here’s the office. The Internet smokes. BTW, this bar and grill, like everything here, is completely off grid. You should see it lit up at night, though.
Here’s where I slept last night, just to the left.
Watched bees pollinate cactus flower this morning, after being awoken by the noise of waring or playful birds—haven’t decided which, yet. Lots and lots of birds. I’m sure I’ll miss waking up to the noise of traffic and pricks with loud motorcycle soon enough, though.