Mecca. Finally Waves

We seemed to have progressed from ramen in the wal-mart parking lot. Tonight we dined to a delicious home cooked meal in an incredibly designed 8,000+ square foot home, over looking the crashing waves of Baja Mexico.

After AZ, we headed to Southern California and enjoyed the company of Sharaya and Tiffany and Ricky. Sharaya took us to a great show (her brothers band: Get Back Loretta), and on Sunday took us to the Yellow Deli. The Yellow Deli is a Restaurant owned by Hippie Christians who live on a compound and grow all things natural. They had built the entire restaurant by hand. After talking to one of them for quite some time, they tore up our bill, and invited us to dinner at their house next Friday. They said it will be great food under the stars and will be sure to include good conversation and circle dancing around the fire. Clint is especially excited about the dancing.

The first few days in California proved to be flat, so decided to take our chances and try to cross the border again. We crossed our fingers and once again headed South. We got to the border and the young female agent boarded our bus. After looking around for a bit, she told us we needed a permit to drive the bus into Mexico. Clint and I smiled and made some jokes with Nadia, and then told her we don't need a permit. We said we had recently passed into Nuevo Laredo with no permit and didn't need one there. Shje smiled and waved us on and we passed into Baja! Driving along the coast, our eyes were glued to the ocean looking for a good break. We found a gated community, and after talking to hostess and the guard, they agree to let us surf there, even though it was normally forbidden. We had waves, and all to ourselves! After waiting for so long, it was quite exciting to paddle out into overhead waves. We got pummeled for a while but got some fun rides.

We cruised further south and came to Aunt Pat's house. Right on the beach, her husband had spent great time developing the most amazing house ever. Clint's friend is actually the nephew of Pat, but Clint is adopted in. She welcomed us into her house with open arms and us blessed us so much. She gave us her husband's truck (who passed several years before) and we went out scouting more breaks. After hunting for quite some time, we came across a great point break. Super clean over head waves peeled of consistently. This session alone was worth the drive. The water was covered in sea weed and once, while coming off a turn on a head high wave, I hit a patch of seaweed so thick, the board literally stopped dead and I flew forward!

We will stay here a few more days and probably head back up this weekend. Only time will tell.