It was a cool morning as we headed out of Santa Ana. The blaring of tubas and horns in bands last night in Santa Ana into the wee hours of the morning, the overloaded trucks, the rocks placed along a piece of highway to notify you to stay off because the bridge is gone, the small restaurants along the highway in the middle of nowhere with semi trucks parked out front, and the friendly waves from highway staff waving pieces of red cloth for us to slow or switch lanes truly brought us to the realization that we are indeed in Mexico again. It is a beautiful yet harsh landscape of mountains, hills, cacti desert and then suddenly fields of grapes or crops. Men in the medians gathering seeds from the grasses. Jalopies broken down along the road with families spilling out of them contrasting with BMWs and electric Jaguar SUVs.
Mexican packing
Some of that good Sonoran beef
Miles of fields of Grapes
Chickens off to market
Entering Hermosillo, a city of millions
Policia
We managed to drive through Hermosillo without incident.
Lots of Organ Pipe Cacti
Restaurante
Entering San Carlos
Tidal flats
Totonaka RV Park
Dinner from the restaurant near the RV park
It came with free Margaritas for each of us.
As I sat in the restaurant waiting for our take out seafood, watching the band moving from table to table in a restaurant full of Mexicans singing and celebrating I thought - Viva Mexico!
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