I did get lost in Mexicali (the Mexican border town) on my first trip down. In my fumbling spanish I managed to convey that and got a lots of rapid, clear, spanish responses...too bad I don't hear it any better than I speak it! I eventually wound (and I mean wound) around until I was on the road to San Felipe. So here I am asuaging any fears dad might have had in sending mom down the Baja with Me!
A guiding principle I've definitely lived by. I've been lost a lot but have made many journeys in spite of it.
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