Juan del Rio
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"The Baja Plunge"
In today's Los Angeles Times Magazine, a majority of the articles are about homes in Baja and metion of the rapid fire growth. I think it is one of
the most comprehensive coverages of what is going on in some the major areas around the the Peninsula. A few mentions about the late LA Times witer,
Jack Smith, who wrote the book, "God and Mr. Gomez" as well which I had toured year's back. Jack built his house for $10,000. The article states that
it wouldn't even pay for a guard shack these days.
Interesting reading....check it out if you can.
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Here is the article:
Taking Baja South
Rising human traffic across the U.S.–Mexico border is changing the culture, the environment, the very way of life. But it’s not what you think.
By Reed Johnson
October 14, 2007
They arrive by land, air and sea, with visions of the good life dancing in their heads. At first, their numbers are so small as to be barely
noticeable. But within a few years they may end up taking over your street, your colonia, practically your entire town. They bring their curious
native customs with them—skinny Frappuccinos, "personal watercraft," wireless Internet access—and replant them in foreign soil. Relentlessly, they
remake the landscape in their own image, transforming derelict colonial-era manses into stunning million-dollar homes, and majestic swaths of lonely
seaside acreage into $300-per-round golf courses. And though many of them make a diligent effort to learn the local tongue, befriend the natives and
blend into their adopted country, others stubbornly resist assimilation: hanging out in their gated compounds with other English-speaking exiles,
eschewing the local coffee shops and taco shacks in favor of Starbucks and Burger King, plowing their SUVs like woozy battleships through the narrow
streets of picturesque 17th century towns.
Even before last year's massive demonstrations in downtown L.A., in which hundreds of thousands of people took to the streets to protest what they
regard as draconian immigration policies, U.S. politicians, the media and the public have fixated on the flow of human traffic across the border. But
far less attention has been paid to a parallel phenomenon with equally profound implications: the growing hordes of U.S. residents who are roosting
throughout Mexico and, to a lesser degree, Central and South America.
Today, an estimated 500,000 to 1 million Americans—or, as Mexicans refer to them, norteamericanos—along with roughly half that many Canadians make
their homes in Mexico, either as permanent residents or part-timers. Though many of the newcomers are semi- or fully retired, others hold FM2 and FM3
visas that permit them to work in their new country. And though the Mexican Constitution places certain restrictions on them, such as prohibiting
involvement in Mexican politics, norteamericanos generally enjoy open, privileged lives compared with the millions of Mexican illegals skulking in the
shadows of the underground U.S. economy.
In coming decades, these middle-class transplants and rat-race dropouts are expected to surge to perhaps 10 times their current number, as home
equity-rich baby boomers from places such as San Diego and Tucson go searching for second (or third) homes in the expatriate hot spots of
Ensenada-Playas de Rosarito, San Miguel de Allende, Puerto Vallarta, Merida, Mazatlán, Oaxaca, the Lake Chapala region outside Guadalajara and at the
southern end of Baja California Sur.
If the northern Baja corridor of Tijuana-Ensenada-Playas de Rosarito was the Normandy beachhead of the U.S. invasion, then Baja California Sur is the
real estate equivalent of the Battle of the Bulge. It's ground zero of a symbolic showdown pitting advocates of culturally and ecologically sensitive,
sustainable growth against U.S. transplants and aggressive developers who are bent on the Florida-zation of one of the planet's truly remarkable
corners. Americans who want coastal Mexico to become a Southern California satellite, packed with strip-mall mini-marts, glib housing projects and
yacht-crammed marinas, are facing off with Americans who understand that—despite their wealth and the advantages that come with holding a U.S.
passport—they still are guests of another country with its own rich culture, where few qualities are more highly prized than good manners and
humility.
Only about two hours by air from LAX, the southern tip of Baja Sur already is turning into a surrogate Orange County or Malibu. Plenty of boldfaced
names have vacationed there: Tobey Maguire, Jessica Simpson, Lance Armstrong, Bill Gates. John Travolta reportedly celebrated his 50th birthday at the
ultra-exclusive One&Only Palmilla resort.
Plans call for the area—which promotes itself as an "elite" and "high-end" destination—to swell by hundreds of thousands of people in coming years.
Hotels and private homes are rising fast on stunning, once-desolate beaches, even while much of Baja Sur remains short of potable water and electrical
hookups. Workers are pouring in from other parts of Mexico, many of them now living in shacks, but hoping eventually to ascend to the lower middle
class, as some laborers in Cancún and other tourist-hungry parts of Mexico have done.
The question about all of this rapid development and purported upward mobility is, of course: At what cost? And who will pay it? Can Mexicans and
Americans work together in Baja California Sur to create a culturally vibrant community based on mutual respect that boosts both groups' overall
quality of life? Or is Baja California Sur merely the next Cancún or Baja Norte waiting to happen, the next missed opportunity for creating something
more imaginative than another expat Sun City-by-the-Sea?
From the dusty front stoop of the Cabo San Lucas fish market she runs with her husband, Juana Cota can see the mushrooming of the American dream,
south-of-the-border style.
Cota's small store sits on Avenue Leona Vicario, one of the main commercial drags traversing the sprawling shantytowns that encircle this booming
leisure world for U.S. vacationers, businessmen and retirees. Far in the distance, you can see the dramatic rock formations that give the area its
photogenic fame, as well as the proliferating luxury hotels and condo developments that cater to foreign sun-seekers. Cota inhabits a very different
world, where the houses are slapped together out of scraps of wood, cardboard, concrete bits and whatever else is on hand, and most roads are pitted,
unpaved dirt. One recent afternoon, a woman still wearing her white waitress tunic trudged past a mountainous open-air dump near Cota's store on her
way home from work.
You might suppose that such striking social inequalities would breed resentment toward wealthy American interlopers. But for many Mexicans here, the
opposite appears to be true. Though their jobs pay very little by U.S. standards—typically between $137 and $186 a month, plus health
benefits—restaurant waiters, hotel workers and private housemaids working in Cabo San Lucas now are able to buy or upgrade homes in the working-class
neighborhoods of Lomas del Sol, Caribe and Palmas. (According to Mexico's labor department, the minimum wage in Baja California Sur is about $4.57 per
day, and the average for hotel and restaurant workers in Cabo San Lucas and San José del Cabo is $6.22 per day.) Many of her family members have been
employed in such work, and Cota herself previously worked as a maid for a U.S. couple.
Though many people from Mexico's impoverished rural areas risk their lives crossing into the United States in search of work, Baja California Sur
actually attracts laborers from other Mexican states such as Sinaloa, Sonora and Jalisco. They're lured by wage scales that are typically double or
triple what they left behind. "God willing that a lot of tourism will come," Cota says. "Without North Americans, we wouldn't eat."
Whatever your views on the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo, the North American Free Trade Agreement or the movie "A Day Without a Mexican," there's no
denying the growing interdependency between the U.S. and its southern neighbor. In raffish border zones and hedonistic beach resorts, day-tripping
tourists and college kids on spring break bring not only noise, trash and sometimes obnoxious behavior, but also desperately needed jobs for Mexicans.
In more genteel enclaves, such as Puerto Vallarta, Cuernavaca and the exquisite provincial cities of Oaxaca and San Miguel de Allende, Americans have
sent housing prices soaring, but also have supported many local charitable and cultural projects, including schools and health clinics.
Mexicans welcome the higher living standards and abundant conveniences (smoother roads, safer hospitals) that Americans have brought with them. In
places such as the southern tip of Baja California Sur, practically everyone—from car rental agents and charter fishing boat operators to strolling
musicians and massage therapists—depends on Yankee dollars to survive.
"What foreigners bring to the country is to lift the quality of life. They invent, they create sources of work," says 52-year-old Manuel Sanchez
Icaza, who owns Mexico Lindo, a store that sells jewelry, watches and art at an American-style shopping mall that faces the marina in Cabo San Lucas.
He reckons that "99% of our market is North Americans."
But norteamericanos leave a big footprint in less appealing ways. In "God and Mr. Gomez," Jack Smith's 1974 book about the rewards and trials of
building a weekend home in Mexico, the late Times columnist summarized the demographic and cultural tsunami already sweeping across Baja. "It was
obvious," Smith wrote, "that Baja had been discovered by a new wave of Americans; not the hardy lovers of the wilderness, but the affluent ones who
wanted to get away, though not too far, and in comfort. The dam was busted; the boom was on."
Smith was writing about the northern cap of the nearly 800-mile-long Baja peninsula, near Ensenada, where he and his wife built their home. Today, the
boom that Smith observed more than 30 years ago is still going strong, and the $10,000 that he and his wife originally budgeted for their getaway
hacienda might not cover the cost of a gated community's guard shack. The average price of a new condo in Baja Norte is $300,000. Donald Trump
recently broke ground on a luxury development, the Trump Ocean Resort Baja, north of Rosarito, that will include upscale restaurants, a spa and more
than 500 condos costing (for the project's first phase) from $279,000 to $3 million apiece. Though ripple effects from the U.S. mortgage-lending
crisis are likely to wreak havoc on the Baja Norte vacation home market, this is likely to be a temporary blip in the continuum of frenzied
development.
Some partisans of the area extol the gentler, more authentically Mexican character of certain slices of Baja Norte, particularly the Valle de
Guadalupe wine-growing region that extends from Ensenada north toward Tecate. But to all intents and purposes, Baja Norte is becoming an extension of
the San Diego-Tijuana megalopolis, where many expats go for their healthcare, banking and other services.
Then there's Baja California Sur.
A torrid, rocky outcrop more island than peninsula, studded with cactus taller than an NBA forward, Baja Sur is still otherworldly and magnificently
untamed in many spots. Though other parts of Baja Sur are rapidly opening up to development, the most aggressive entrepreneurship is occurring at the
southern extremities, between the state capital of La Paz and the tourist-friendly twin cities of Cabo San Lucas and San José del Cabo. Separated by
about 20 miles, these cities are merging into a single metro area known as Los Cabos, with a current estimated population of 180,000.
Like a two-faced pre-Columbian deity, the southern end of Baja Sur has dueling personalities: the bone-dry Pacific side, as beautifully spare as a
Renaissance monk's cell, lined with gorgeous, isolated beaches that hide treacherous rip currents; and the somewhat lusher Gulf of California (Sea of
Cortez) side, where the water lays as flat as in a bathtub. Historically, the area was lightly populated compared with the mainland Indian empires,
and the Spanish conquerors later brought diseases that decimated the indigenous population. Baja Sur's current population is only about one-sixth of
Baja Norte's, and even today the region is cloud nine for backpackers, bird watchers and fishermen and a playground for the whales and other deep-sea
royalty that make it their home.
Yet stretches of lower Baja Sur began to resemble Baja Norte during the 1990s. Hummer and Cadillac dealerships line the highway between San José del
Cabo and Cabo San Lucas. All the major hotel chains, including Sheraton and Westin, have staked out their little (or not so little) piece of the
action along the seafront. Cruise north along the Pacific coastal road toward the small, artsy town of Todos Santos and you'll see dozens of
unfriendly signs warning visitors away from propiedad privada—private property. Here and there, bulldozers can be seen flattening out the remaining
irregular terrain.
Baja Mexicans have had mixed feelings about the changes in their state since at least the mid-19th century, when William Walker, the delusional,
pro-slavery American soldier of fortune briefly captured La Paz, intending to set up a republic with himself as president. Today, some Baja Sur
Mexicans feel that many U.S. transplants are more concerned with tee times and cheap lobster dinners than with how their swelling presence is
affecting local property values and eroding Baja's vulnerable ecosystem.
J. Pablo Uribe Malagamba, the 30-year-old northwest representative of the Mexican Center of Environmental Right, a national independent organization
that monitors environmental law enforcement, thinks that most American arrivals don't have a clue about how they're contributing to Baja's ecological
degradation. The three biggest problems facing the region, he says, are tourist development, overfishing—by both commercial and sports fishing
fleets—and an energy infrastructure that is inadequate and often disruptive to wildlife.
"In the middle of the desert"—which, essentially, is what Baja California Sur is—"you don't have water, you don't have electricity, you don't have a
highway, you don't have drainage," Uribe says.
Still, the Mexican government's tourism development arm, Fonatur, has been pushing foreigner-related development up and down the Baja peninsula since
the early 1990s. First came new highways, airport expansions and a rash of partially subsidized hotels. Now, Uribe says, under a plan initiated by
former President Vicente Fox called Escalera Nautica, or Nautical Stairway, Mexico intends to build 17 marinas along the length of Baja, among whose
principal customers will be U.S. yachtsmen wending their way down the Pacific from Orange County and San Diego harbors.
Slowly but steadily, the interiors of Baja Sur's larger cities are becoming low-wage workers' residential districts, encircled by hotels and homes for
the affluent, Uribe says. If Baja Sur isn't careful, he believes, it could wind up becoming another Cancún or, worse, Acapulco. Once the domain of
rich Mexicans and in-the-know Hollywood stars, Acapulco today is a snarl of traffic-clogged streets and overbuilt beaches where sewage overflow is a
constant headache and the bodies of drug-war victims occasionally wash up on the beach. Apart from the college crowd, Americans are staying away in
droves, preferring more pristine coastal areas. Today, Acapulco is mainly a weekend and holiday haunt for middle-class families from Mexico City.
Uribe pronounces Acapulco's eulogy: "It developed and developed and developed until it died."
Like Acapulco and Cancún before it, Baja California Sur initially attracted an exclusive, discriminating clientele. But its growing popularity,
stirred by the pressures of globalization, has opened the door to a more generic corporate culture catering to bigger crowds.
One result of this transition, as Jack Smith lamented about Baja Norte, seems to be that those first-wave Americans who are drawn to Mexico out of a
sense of adventure and a desire to explore another culture gradually find themselves surrounded by second- and third-wave Americans who are more
interested in re-creating their old Newport Beach or Phoenix lifestyle than in bonding with the locals. Ironically, you're more apt to hear this
complaint from another American or a Canadian than from blue-collar Mexicans, who generally strive for diplomacy.
"There are Americans who are here but not here, not interested in making Mexican friends, not interested in learning the language," says Debbie
Stewart, owner of the refurbished Hotel California and adjoining 120-seat restaurant and bar that, collectively, provide the single largest
nonagricultural source of employment in Todos Santos. A pleasant, low-key town of about 10,000, Todos Santos provides a stark counterpoint to bustling
Los Cabos. A number of U.S. artists have settled in the area, and there are several galleries sprinkled around the town center.
As warm and hospitable as she is opinionated, Stewart and her late husband, John, both Canadian, moved to Baja from an island in British Columbia in
the late 1990s at the urging of John's business partner. After living in Cabo San Lucas for three years, they moved to Todos Santos in August 2001 and
purchased a "beat-up pile of rubble" that had once belonged to a Chinese immigrant known as "Chino" Tabasco. "No money had been put into it for
years," Stewart says.
When John died last year, Debbie turned to Alejandro Blanco, the hotel's young, bilingual manager, for help. Blanco, a Chihuahua native, had
introduced his bosses to a more profound understanding of true Mexican culture than they'd experienced in cosmopolitan Cabo San Lucas.
Thanks to a complete makeover that Stewart credits to her husband's vision, the Hotel California—which, contrary to local folklore, did not inspire
the Eagles' '70s pop hit—is now the epitome of Mexican-Canadian-California casual chic. Naturally, this has made it catnip for globetrotting
Hollywood: Goldie Hawn has lunched there a few times, Jude Law brought his parents and Shania Twain camped out in the penthouse while doing a photo
shoot. Vanity Fair also featured the hotel in its pages.
Yet the Hotel California retains a relaxed, cross-cultural ambience that reflects the Stewarts' desire to fit into their new home. Part of the reason
the couple moved from Cabo San Lucas to Todos Santos, Debbie says, was because John wanted their young daughter "to be part of the Mexican culture and
not some little gringa chick running with her American friends in Cabo."
Blanco, for his part, says he appreciates the Americans he does business with but finds them "cold." "But let's be honest," he says with finality,
"without Americans we wouldn't have any business."
The current state of southernmost Baja Sur leaves John R. Solís Batllía in a frame of mind somewhere between pride and repentance.
"I'm the guy who [messed] up Cabo!" announces Solís, a real estate developer and president of the Coordinating Council of Los Cabos. A trim, wry Texan
of Mexican-Spanish ancestry, the 55-year-old has a knack for wielding irony like a blunt weapon. He also doesn't suffer fools and likes to quote the
Italian Marxist Antonio Gramsci, which makes an interesting counterpoint to the golfing paraphernalia that decorates his office just blocks from San
José del Cabo's historic center. He first moved to the Los Cabos area in 1991 as an employee of the Koll Co., the Newport Beach-based construction and
real estate development outfit. His mission, he says, was to make Los Cabos fertile for future development as a tourist and residential destination by
establishing a network of local infrastructure. "Basically, we're the group that detonated this whole thing."
Today, Solís understands all too well the Faustian trade-offs that capitalist expansion requires. From a string of sleepy fishing villages, Los Cabos
has grown into what Solís and others predict soon will become a single metropolitan area of several hundred thousand people. This is the first project
he's been involved with, Solís says, where he has stuck around long enough "to see the aftermath" of a social upheaval that he helped set in motion.
Now retired from Koll, but still a partner and advisor to an ongoing Koll project, he married a Mexican woman with whom he has a 3-year-old son. Solís
says that "my social conscience was awakened" to the need to prevent Los Cabos from suffering the same "collapse that historically has collapsed every
tourist destination in Mexico: Acapulco, Cancún." To avoid that end, the Coordinating Council of Los Cabos, which he helped found, is developing a
plan based on the projected growth of the area through 2025. Proyecto Los Cabos 2025 calls for using a half-percent of the local 2.5% employment tax
to meet the region's needs.
It won't be easy, he admits. Some local investors care only about maintaining their properties, without regard for the greater common good. Even
modest residential lots now regularly go for $350,000, while a beachfront lot at one guard-gated community with a private golf course and beach club
recently sold for $4 million.
"The dichotomy between the haves and the have-nots is very pronounced in Mexico, to the point of being very dangerous," Solís says. "No streets, no
sidewalks, people living in cardboard—that's what nobody wants to see."
The one place in Baja California Sur where Mexicans still seem to be hanging the "Mi Casa Es Tu Casa" plaque for Americans is Lomas del Centenario, a
270-unit housing development rising on the outskirts of La Paz. In July 2003, Money magazine named La Paz one of eight great retirement destinations:
"La Paz is more a Mexican city than an expatriate's haven," the magazine cautioned, "but for those who love magnificent seaside sunsets, sugary
beaches, sailing, diving—and the ability to stretch a retirement dollar till it squeals—La Paz is a superb choice."
I drove there one soggy August morning, dodging the remnants of Hurricane Dean, to meet Hector Raul Canseco Castro, the architect in charge of Lomas
del Centenario and current president of El Colegio de Arquitectos (College of Architects) de Baja California Sur.
About 70% of foreigners living in metropolitan La Paz are from the U.S. and most of the rest are Canadian, Canseco said. His clients are not the
super-rich but rather people of means in search of second homes in the $200,000 to $400,000 range who value the libertades—literally "liberties," but
more colloquially, "freedoms"—that a tourist-friendly Mexican state such as Baja California Sur can provide them.
What exactly does that mean, I asked while driving to a nearby expat community with Canseco and his personable young colleague, Mario Rubio Cota, a
supervisor with Construcciones Masocco, which is developing Lomas del Centenario. Plenty of wide- open land, Rubio said. No meddlesome homeowners'
councils telling you what color to paint your house.
It was those kind of libertades, said Rubio, a La Paz native, that drew him back to his home state after several years working in L.A. and Denver. In
Mexico, he explained, nobody yells at you if you want to play your stereo late at night or keep 10 dogs on your property. But at the same time, he and
Canseco insisted, Lomas del Centenario complies fully with all the state and federal environmental regulations, and they have taken pains to preserve
as much of the indigenous desert flora and fauna surrounding the development as possible.
We pulled up to one of the 50 or so existing homes, which resemble a New Urbanist version of a Mexican colonial-style house, complete with ornamental
cupola and brightly painted in traditional Mexican colors. Wealthier buyers can add extras, such as a spare bedroom, a separate mother-in-law unit or
a rooftop deck. The men offered to show me one of the larger models, belonging to an American couple who weren't at home. Just as he was about to
unlock the front door, Rubio paused. "It's a funny thing about this couple," he said. "He's a Minuteman, but he's retired in Mexico. It's a very nice
couple, everything that is the opposite of what the group represents. Very adaptive to the community."
Gazing past the home's swimming pool, toward the distant mountains that rise over the bay of La Paz, I pondered the idea that a member of the armed
U.S. citizens group that patrols the border to prevent desperate Mexican illegals from crossing into the U.S. has opted to spend his golden years in
the very same country those immigrants are trying to escape.
Rubio told me that the Minuteman and his wife speak a little Spanish and want to learn more. He said that they and other Americans are constantly
asking for his perspective on the immigration debate that's raging across the border. "That's their mentality," he said. "Adapt to the culture as
opposed to having the culture adapt to them. And that's the kind of thinking you find throughout with the Americans retiring in Mexico."
Perhaps. But as Jack Smith suggested all those years ago, once the dam busts, cultural sensitivity gets swept up with everything else in the surging
financial flood. That may not seem like a problem for the millions of Americans looking forward to spending the third stage of life whacking golf
balls and sighing over romantic Cabo San Lucas sunsets. But even with the badly needed cash flowing from the north, it might be understandable if the
Mexicans of Baja California Sur occasionally fantasize about building a wall of their own.
and there are more feature articles; you can read them here:
http://www.latimes.com/features/magazine/?track=leftnav-maga...
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DianaT
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Thanks for posting the article---interesting reading---gives many pros and cons.
Diane
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docsmom
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What do those of you in Baja Norte think is going to happen in the next 12 - 24 months? Docsdad & I have owned different things in BN for the
last 30 years but don't currently own anything. I've seen the run-up in pricing over the last 10 years but suspect it's going to collapse as the So.
Cal. market collapses. What are your thoughts?
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Sharksbaja
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OMG
This is a must read. Now I gotta go puke. Fore!!!!
DON\'T SQUINT! Give yer eyes a break!
Try holding down [control] key and toggle the [+ and -] keys
Viva Mulege!
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Gypsy Jan
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Due Diligence
If you want to buy in Baja Norte, spend the money to do a thorough research on the title and the seller.
Talk to the neighbors. Stay a few nights in the area, especially on weekends.
Don't take any seller's/agent's representations at face value.
The head should rule the heart.
If you want to do a quick buy and flip speculation - Ha ha, Ha ha! Throwing your cash out into the ocean is better - at least the waves will wash
some of it back.
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow mindedness.”
—Mark Twain
\"La vida es dura, el corazon es puro, y cantamos hasta la madrugada.” (Life is hard, the heart is pure and we sing until dawn.)
—Kirsty MacColl, Mambo de la Luna
\"Alea iacta est.\"
—Julius Caesar
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DanO
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Bump, and Jan is correct. In fact, a lot of the small investors who were looking to make money off of flips are getting killed in the market now, as
the housing slump creeps southward from Cali. The big players, of course, can afford to stay in the game and wait for things to pick up again, then
cherry pick the less unfortunate. It's what makes America, er, Baja, great, ain't it?
\"Without deviation from the norm, progress is not possible.\" -- Frank Zappa
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rhintransit
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thanks for the read. interesting and informative. a good synopsis of the two sides (okay, maybe more, but bear with me, in general, two sides...)
of a great number of the BajaNomad postings/face offs lately. it's not an individual's age, it's philosophies clashing...what one brought/brings to
Baja, what one expects, what one wants to preserve, what one wants to create, what one has experienced, what one envisions, etc.
reality\'s never been of much use out here...
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