April 1 was my grandfather’s birthday. I remember as a kid we would always write something silly in his birthday cards eluding to some lame joke and he would always laugh the way an adult does to please a child. My grandfather has long since passed on, and as I write this, the world of yesteryear has as well.
As I write this Blog, I realize how grateful I am to be living in El Pescadero, along the Pacific coast, 35 minutes north of Cabo San Lucas. Here I find myself surrounded by nature-amidst open spaces, hills and ocean.
Los Cabos is one of those places in Mexico that, when a culturally enriching event takes place, it is most likely bound to be a smashing success. This is probably because Los Cabos is filled with really friendly, well-meaning folks – both locals and foreign residents – whose souls, hearts and minds usually converge in the right place for a good cause. Nothing can go wrong when this happens.