The town cemetery is situated next to the camping area. It, like other things, was partly washed away during the hurricane. It’s some 90 years old and, aside from the destroyed section, is maintained and cared for. The graves are incased in cement and many have elaborate decorations. Some of the poorer ‘residence’ are marked with a simple cross. My favorite are the little houses where you can sit and visit. It’s an interesting wash of color sitting in the middle of the parched brown desert.
An unusual holiday, for sure, without the usual fanfare of trees, lights, or christmas music. I wasn’t planning on any kind of celebration but was invited to join a gathering of friends on this windy tropical beach. It gave me the opportunity to meet some of the seasonal residence, an eclectic group of people, who’ve gotten to know each other after years of forming second homes in this remote place. Canada, USA and Australia and of course Mexico were represented at the table.
I had the opportunity to get to know France and Caroll a little during the party and over the next few days. They are both Canadians who’ve been coming to México (primarily Baja) for at least a decade. France has been involved with a volunteer veterinary clinic in Mulegé a town about 30 miles south. I’m putting together a page to tell you all about the incredible work they’re doing.
Caroll is a writer and illustrator of children’s’ books. Through her books you can see her passion for the Northwest Coast First Nations People. Click the picture below to go to her website:
Her books are available on Amazon.com
The party wound down, I said my good-byes and headed back to the Poodles. I planned to leave at the crack of dawn …. ha ha ha…. so I said…..