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Sunday, March 11, 2012
Back to the Baja
Heading back to the Baja soon, our fourth trip to Todos Santos with the kids. Yesterday Randy and I tried to remember all the times we traveled there before the girls and couldn't add them all up.
This video encapsulates so much of what we love about Mexico, or at least, the little corner of rural Mexico that keeps calling us back. Of course we remember with love the raucous laughter with friends, the pounding surf, the music and beauty of the folk dance festival in the main plaza that one night, but this clip that Randy took a couple years ago is about the quieter joys.
The stillness, only marred by the occasional rooster and the wind. The silence seeps down into your bones, slows your pulse. You feel the weight of it and the weight is a pleasure.
The endless sky. The enormity of the Pacific, always in sight from the hilltop casita. They are both a balm and a reduction of your self.
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