December 28, 2015. Hello, Pacific Coast, Baja

CAMPGROUND:  Not!  We have rented a house through VRBO in Todos Santos for about 10 days.  We are celebrating New Years with our daughters and son-in-law.  We actually start the rental tomorrow, but the property manager said we could park in the driveway tonight.

LOCATION:  Todos Santos, Baja, California.  About 45 miles northwest of Cabo San Lucas on the Pacific Coast

WEATHER:  Beautiful.  Highs in 70s

Last morning in Los Barriles.  Since the RV park didn't have showers yet, we swam in the sea, then rinsed off with our outdoor shower.  The water was plenty warm since the hose had been out in the sun.

We walked over to a little roadside restaurant for lunch.  We shared an order of Agua Chile.  It is similar to ceviche, but spicier.  It was raw shrimp, scallops and fish, "pickled" in lime juice with chile peppers.  Very tasty!

The restaurant was adjacent to a nursery.  The hibiscus were the largest I've seen.  

Back at the RV park, we said good-bye to our Quebec friends. Note our tiny Airstream compared to the large motorhomes....

Then we drove to Todos Santos, about 2 hours.  We drove south, inland, to Los Cabos Airport, then northeast and west on a brand-new bypass around the city.  

I had directions to the rental house from the homeowners, but the street signs had all been taken down due to some street construction.  So, we got lost, of course.  We drove down narrow dusty streets, pulling the Airstream, terrified that we would hit a dead-end.  We stopped and I asked some guys for help.  We drove through orchards and organic farms, a few miles out of the town.  We finally found the house, we thought, but no one was here.  We wanted to make sure it is our house....Casa Dia, before parking the Airstream.

So, we just parked in the middle of the road, and walked around, trying to find someone.  The house next door had some cars, so George went in to their pool area.  He said he talked with 2 strange  American women who seemed drunk and vague about whether we were in the right place.  So, we looked around some more. No one.  So, together we went back to the women's   house.  We  started talking with them, and they became totally unhinged.  They yelled at us to leave and said we were trespassing on their property and harassing them.  George got defensive, which didn't help, and it became a yelling fight.  He left, and I stayed to try to calm things down, and they finally  yelled at me to leave.  

Another nice neighbor finally came by and told us we were in the right place, so George started to park.  

Then, when we were trying to back the airstream into the driveway, the 2 crazy women brought a guy and approached us again on the road, yelling at  us and telling the guy how we had harassed them and their "impressionable " 15-year old son.  We just kept apologizing and they kept yelling.  I was just shaking and trying to calm George down. I've never met such rude people.  

It took quite a while to get the Airstream parked.  George is so good about backing up and squeezing in tight spots.

The property manager came and assured us we were in the right spot and suggested we sit on the back patio to watch the beautiful sunset over the water.  Wow!

We were too tired to go into town for dinner or shopping, so ate from the emergency  food box

DINNER:  Grilled SPAM and cheese sandwiches with avocado slices.