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The traffic was intenso. I drove the brake into the ground. I ripped off the shock absorber that was dangling from the chassis, and threw it in the trash. The van drives better without it. I have no brake lights.

The van needs work.

Ensenada, MX

My nerves are wracked. The dog did a number on my vibe. The van is rough, but it was nice to work on Louie's dreadlocks while I drove. His fur needs to be thinned out. I don't know what happened to the brush. The house in El Rosario was a drag. Water off every day before 3pm. Sometimes 1. The other day, it didn't come on at all. So, early showers. Cold, of course. Hot water not an option. Moisture from the shower growing up through the concrete floor. That annoying white and fluffy mold. Emergency bottled

Water was the norm. I let the spiders go. The dust was heavy, like a cupcake. I put iron sprinkles on the drywall, flea

Powder to

Deter the ants. It looked terrible, but it worked. And unlike most ant poison, it was safe for Louie. Mattress on the floor though, was a good thing. Louie's too old to jump onto the bed without steps. There are no steps in this hotel. No chairs. I have to airlift Louie to the bed. I am a helicopter parent.

It was a cattle drive to get here.

Driving Into Ensenada

I don't want to listen to the neighbor's TV. I have calluses on my brain. The carnitas only take cash. I need my cash for the parking garage and pet deposit in Tijuana. My bank refunds my ATM fees every month, but I don't have much of a margin. The fee was expensive in San Quintín. I don't want to pay it twice. Even if I get it back. I made it to Camalú. It's not the beach, but it will do.

Camalú is a scenic highway garden paradise.

Camalú, MX

The neighbor's TV is bleeding through the wall. It has a bad effect. At least I can't understand the action. Sometimes you can follow the plot through the wall. This isn't that bad. I thought I could get a break from earplugs, but not tonight. My nerves are

Shot.

I'm getting tired again. My heart is starting to bleed into the floor. Time to wrap it

Up. I miss my friends in El Rosario. I miss the church. But it was time to leave. It was getting stagnant. I overstayed my

Purpose. I never made it to La Paz, so I'll have to visit them again when I finally make that trip. Probably not in the van. Not as it is. The road is rougher than I expected. 2 lanes, most of the way. A thousand miles. No shoulder. Paved with liquor stores and potholes. The road is famous. It hosts a famous race from Tijuana to La Paz, a bunch of dune buggies and motorized popsicles flying a thousand miles through the fray, for its own sake. I want to do it. I'll be

Back.

'Til then, amigos. Sooner than later, I am certain.

To God,
NP

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