I was a teacher for 32 years and my husband still works nine months a year.  We successfully raised our two kids and now we’re happy to get away from the frigid place we call home, Maine, for those impossible months of January, February, and March. (We don’t ski, snowmobile, ice skate, or even go sledding, so why are we …

I was a high school English teacher; my sister Joan taught sixth grade language arts, and my sister Janice taught first, second grade and then fourth grade everything.  Because we’d planned a trip to the Baja, we wanted to visit a school; I already knew Oxiris, a high school student in La Mision, so we decided to visit her high …

I sat in the Maine Medical Center hospital room at the foot of her bed while Jackie, my closest friend for nearly 40 years, quietly passed away.  As with everything else she did in her life, it was accomplished with dignity and little fanfare.  It was such a smooth transition that I just sat there for awhile, thinking I had …

I love to read.  It doesn’t have to be the great American novel, if there is such a thing; it could be the back of a cereal box and I’d be happy eating my Rice Krispies.  I also like to read signs.  Stupid sign are good: in my doctor’s office is a large sign that says (in English) “If you …

There were originally 28 missions along the Camino Real or “Royal Road,” but today only two are still intact, and both are a fair distance south of Ensenada; in fact, they are closer to Baja Sur than our northern Baja.  Between the U.S. border and Ensenada, however, there are the ruins of two other missions, and we were lucky enough …

I had an experience today that blew my mind.  Thumbing through a travel magazine while having a cup of coffee in La Mision, I came across an article on La Bufadora, the blowhole.  The writer was extolling the amazing sensation of watching this marine geyser.  I got excited because we have a blowhole in Acadia National Park where I come …