For a minute, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to travel to a distant place – a special place that she loved. She found herself once again sitting on the beach. This was what some old song calls “The Seashore of Old Mexico.” It was the Sea of Cortez and in Rocky Point, to be precise…
After an easy motorcycle insurance purchase, a simple border crossing, and a beautiful wide road that meandered through the desert and sand dunes we arrived at our hotel on the beach. The salt air, clear blue water and resort complexes spoke to my husband’s sense of comfort.