Just when I think I need to be laboring away in my day-to-day, I realize I'm falling deeper and deeper into ruts and negativity. So I took a 12-hour 4-bus adventure down to Michoacan in search of surf and renewal.
After a white-knuckle ride through some mountain curves, the bus made it down to flat ground and miles and miles and miles of beaches.
Why are all the good waves in Mexico lefts? All the same, it was great surf.
All beach and no ice cream? no, thank you.
I'm sure one of my photographer relatives could have done this justice. The last sunrise on our way back home.
After a white-knuckle ride through some mountain curves, the bus made it down to flat ground and miles and miles and miles of beaches.
Why are all the good waves in Mexico lefts? All the same, it was great surf.
All beach and no ice cream? no, thank you.
I'm sure one of my photographer relatives could have done this justice. The last sunrise on our way back home.
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