Magico

Driving towards Todos Santos, I admitted to Andrew I was feeling some trepidation. This is the magical place we stayed for 6 weeks last time...what if we arrived and the town had changed, what if the RV park we'd stayed at had closed, what if the people we knew had moved on? We had many great memories of the residents (and resident dogs) of little El Litro RV park, of the local pub, the amazing beach, the cute town square and ambience. You know the disappointment when you return to something you love and find it gone.

As we drove into town, everything was as we remembered it - and better. The cobble streets, already charming, had been improved. The baseball diamond, ravaged by the 2014 hurricane, was repaired. And as we sauntered into El Litro (to scope it out before pulling in) we were greeted by Molly's wagging tail, long-time resident Pablo and Sylvia, the operator.

The park was packed, to the point that the only spot was a totally exposed patch of dirt sandwiched between two big rigs. Talking to Sylvia, I realized their back lot, which has been filled with hurricane debris and unusable 2 years ago, was clear and empty. "Can we stay back there?", I asked. "Sure", she said. "There's just no services." Having a rig equipped for boondocking, we don't need to hook-up to power or water or sewer. As long as we can use the bathroom and hot shower, we're happy! So our first week here is paid for at a whopping $35 Cdn!

We've set up camp in a lot surrounded by palms and bamboo. It's a 5-minute walk to the town centre with pubs, restaurants, and shops, and a 10-minute walk to the deserted yet jaw-dropping beach. This is one place where being on the beach wouldn't be desirable, as the crashing waves create so much noise we can faintly even hear them from here. Raising a tequila toast to Todos Santos and El Litro, our home for the next week (or more)!