I am up quite early on a Friday mourning. It’s now 5:53 a.m., but I’ve been awake since 3. Lately I fall asleep earlier and earlier as the days wear me down to a curlycue nugget by 9 pm. The daily onslaught of news via push notifications from some of my favorite online magazines and newspapers fills my soul with a pablum of crazy. It is exhausting.
What remains to learn about a country enthralled with guns, war, and hatred? Roughly 1/3rd of the American population seethes with everyday anger. For what? It’s usually not based on anything real, but rather made up conspiracy theories aimed to fill peoples minds with unabashed acrimony. I’m tired of living in a nightmare of a mashup of “Beavis and Butthead” with “Tomorrow Never Dies.” (Remember the eighteenth James Bond film from 1997?)
This is why I endeavor to leave the country of my birth as soon as I can set myself up properly to do so. I think it would be more interesting to read about the madness from afar, say from about 1000 miles away. I endeavor to embark on a year or two of research before I fully say Adios, Au revoir, Magandang bye, Adeus, Ahoj, Bless, Aloha, Ha det, Proshchay, Zàijiàn.
First stop: a year in La Paz, Baja California Sur, in an attempt to see if this one right off the bat is the one. This coastal capital of Baja sits on the delightful Sea of Cortez which is home to a plethora of marine life and is a protected body of water on the UNESCO World Heritage List. Go ahead. Follow the links. I know you might not come back, but I promise what you read will make you happy because you’ll dive into a world of contentment. Isn’t that what reading and desktop traveling is all about?
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Wouldn’t you like to live in an area once known as the “aquarium of the world” for awhile?
