Well, blow me down!

I was up all night listening to the wind through the thin walls of our tent. In the morning, we (and all of our stuff) was covered in sand from being continuously pelted by it all night long. Dates and leaves were falling from the palm tress that surrounded us and a few times, I worried that a whole tree might come tumbling down.

With such an intense wind storm blowing through, we're forced to spend another day in San Ignacio. The owner of the campground where we're staying swears that it isn't going to rain. "puro aire, puro aire," he says. Just air. Well, sir, methinks all this air might blow that thatch roof off your restaurant! But when we offer to help him pin stuff down, he just says, "oh, no problema" and laughs as chairs from his patio go whizzing away.

So we're spending the day in search of walls to sit between and watching the sand blow by, dressed in all the warm stuff we've got. Just another beautiful day in Mexico!

Christine