Sunday evening. I've been listening to good music that reminds me of old friends and just began reading Kierkegaard's Fear and Trembling. We returned from a trip to Mexico a few hours ago. We arrived to Ensenada late on Thursday night and took off for San Felipe mid Friday morning. We happened upon San Felipe for the first time last August. It was like discovering a bit of the Caribbean within driving distance. I was reminded a few times throughout the few days we were there of how grateful I am for our two friends that came with us, not just their company but what they represent to us. Solid, quality people are hard to come by and it is such a gift when it happens.

Friday was full of swimming, eating tacos, and steaming the clams we dug up as the tide went out. Our conversation was mindless, profound, and silly depending on the moment. As we set up our sleeping bags in the sand to go to sleep that second night I'd realized I forgot what stars looked like having lived in L.A. for this long. The night sky was covered with more stars than black space and in the course of a few minutes I saw at least 2 shooting stars.

We were the only people on the entire beach for the entire time except for one other family of locals. It was peaceful, relaxing, and restful--all very needed.

I saw a black widow and a scorpion for the very first time. (I think the locals got a good laugh as I jumped over a divider made of tires faster than I ever could have under normal circumstances because I thought the scorpion was chasing me.)

We headed back to Rosarito on Saturday afternoon to break up the drive. Rosarito is annoying during its tourist season as it seems to be a nothing more than a breeding ground for 18 and 19 year old hedonistic drunkards from Southern California. On the one hand I am glad that this area has been able to build a decent economy over the past few years due to tourism, but its sad that it has to cater to the obnoxious teenagers that destroy the beauty of the area and the culture.