Waiting for a Weather Window
With storms rolling in from all directions, we’re forced to push back our timeline and hunker down. The upside? More time with family and the boys’ first snow.
With storms rolling in from all directions, we’re forced to push back our timeline and hunker down. The upside? More time with family and the boys’ first snow.
With the Moho finally in the driveway, we finally begin RV projects while managing winter weather, two rambunctious boys, and painfully slow package delivery to Roseburg.
Fun times and shenanigans in Oregon in February as we wait for the wheels to turn on the RV buying process.
An unexpected winter visit back to the PacNW to find our next home-on-wheels, spend time with some family and friends, and maybe even introduce the boys to snow.
Packing it up in La Paz, saying goodbye to friends we’ve made over the past 18 months living in Baja, and prepping for future adventures.
Getting creative in our third week of Christmas break and celebrating our final birthday in Baja for a while.
Yep, we’re on the move again! Nayarit’s been a fun experience for the past two years, but the feet are itchy and new adventures await in this big, beautiful country.
The highs and lows of adjusting to a small beach town in Mexico that is quickly outgrowing itself.
After a month Stateside visiting family and friends, we’re back in Mexico – with resident visas and a new address!
After a two-day rain delay, we finally arrive in our new home of Chacala! But there’s trouble in paradise as we take on a slew of surprise mini-disasters.
We return to Mexico with plans to move to our new home in Chacala, only to find ourselves back in Sayulita pinned down by a hurricane.
Heading south to our final summer destinations in the U.S. for some long-overdue time with family and friends in Redding and Los Gatos.
Winchester Bay camping at Tugman State Park, a couples night away in Florence, and catching crawdads round out our summer in Oregon.
Continuing on our progressive West Coast summer visit, we hop a train to Portland for time with family and to begin our Mexico residency process.
Seattle proves the perfect first stop on our West Coast summer visit. Big boats, big projects, and the big city never disappoint.
A secret beach, Noe driving, millions of land crabs, dentist visits, and see-ya-laters round out our last few weeks in Sayulita.
There’s a lot about Sayulita we’re going to miss. And having our boys be able to spend so much time outdoors so close to nature on a regular basis might just top the list.
We’re officially parents of a FIVE-year-old! And Noe’s officially a BIG BOY. A beachy birthday to remember with friends and fun.
Hot, humid, and rainy, our first summer in Nayarit brings fun new adventures (and also challenges) as we slide into a new daily rhythm.
The tail end of dry season in Sayulita. Algae takes over our house, the taps run dry for days, and Riley finally gets a haircut.
We head an hour north of Sayulita to visit a village of 300 inhabitants with a palm fringed beach, sacred volcano, and non-profit bilingual school. Is this our next Mexico home?
After 7 months living in Sayulita, we decided it might be time to check out the tiny hidden gem of Puerto Vallarta. Heard of it?
I’ve been waiting for Noe to be old enough and confident enough in the water to take him out body boarding. That day finally arrived.
A day trip to San Pancho, grilling out on the beach, and lots more fun-in-the-sun round out our second week with Grammy, Grampy & co.
Grammy, Grampy and traveling buds tackle Sayulita and the boys on their first holiday in the time of Covid (and our first hosting bout in a very long time).
A refreshingly low-key Easter back home in Sayulita, hiking, beach hopping, and prepping for visitors.
Exploring an unfinished cathedral with a unique history and climbing 312 steps to Mirador de la Cruz in the Pueblo Magico of Mascota, Jalisco.
We hit the road for the Pueblo Magico of Mascota, Jalisco to escape the holiday hordes and explore a mountainous part of Mexican none of us have visited before.
We suddenly find ourselves in lockdown one Saturday morning, but not for the typical 2020/21 reasons. Tales from the darker side of living in Mexico in the 21st century.
Literally none of Noe’s friends here have short hair. But there comes a time, even in Sayulita, when seawater, sand, heat, and humidity no longer play nice and tough decisions have to be made.
As Mexican as apple pie is American, but you’d be hard pressed to find a molcajete on the menu of a Mexican restaurant in the States. That, plus leaves. Lots and lots of leaves.
To San Pancho! Again! But this time ON FOOT from Sayulita. 6 miles… over ridges and through dense jungle… on rarely used paths… using what we think is a reliable map. What could go wrong?
Our latest jungle discoveries, the return of our golf cart after a long three week absence, and why you won’t see us buying land in Sayulita any time soon.
A strange anomaly sends us back in time while hiking through a vortex in search of a mysterious jungle temple and a mystical clay healing beach (no joke).
We’re told you can’t have a golf cart in Sayulita without your fair share of problems. Deceptively simple machines, but no match for salt air, tropical heat, and harsh terrain.
All beaches in Mexico are public land and open to everyone. Getting to them is a different story. More adventures in accessing Nayarit’s beautiful beaches by any means necessary.
Continuing our New Years tradition of long hikes, we attempt our longest one with the boys yet – a six miler through jungles and streams to Playa Patzcuaro.
Finishing 2020 the way we started it, at the beach! Just on a different continent. Highlights from the waning days of a helluva year.
Surprise! Nope, we’re not wanted by U.S. Marshalls, and we didn’t make a run for the border, though that would’ve certainly made things more interesting. Read on to find out more.
It’s that time of the year! While the country has changed [again], we continue our tradition of keeping it simple, unplanned, and time together.
Taking advantage of a relaxed week of fun in the sun and cooler temps, in the run-up to the dreaded holiday onslaught of tourists, both foreign and domestic.
Setting out in search of the last of the beaches that we can reasonably access with a golf cart and two feet. Plus more from early December.
Discovering a one-of-a-kind market, an [almost] perfect beach, and a cafe doubling as the final resting place for its patrons, on a day trip to an unpronounceable town on Banderas Bay.