Retiring in San Felipe

Christmas In A Small Pueblo

Have spent Christmas in many places in this world; Germany, Korea, Vietnam, many locations in the US.

Mexico is different; it is still a very religious season here. Not quite the dizzying commercial whirlwind as in the US. There is gift giving and parties; some decorations usually of the Holy Family and now the people living close to the US or who have been to the US are adopting US style decorations for their houses including Christmas trees. Still the season is mostly a religious one.


The usual first celebration is on December 12th, the day of the Virgin of Guadalupe is honored. The Virgin is a symbol that all of Mexico seems to accept as their own, her image is on everything; bags, buses, cars, houses and in shrines, in homes, businesses it seems her likeness is everywhere.


Originally the Virgin of Guadalupe appeared before Juan Diego, a Mexican indigenous and honorable man. She is the most prominent and respected religious symbol in Mexico.

On or near the date of 12 December there will be found pilgrims making a pilgrimage to a church or shrine and these groups of pilgrims can get very large. Some walk, some run, some bicycle for miles forming a long line to the chosen destination.

Some people carry homemade banners and others carry elaborate ones while some others will carry her image to be blessed by the priest. Some pilgrims sing or pray as they move along others are in respectful silence.


Virgin of Guadalupe Pilgrimage

When they arrive at their destination, a church or shrine, there is a mass and a blessing of the people. The site is bright with lights and candles and some people get very emotional.

This small town has its own event at the local church which isn’t old, as far as churches go in Mexico, which have churches going back to the  Conquistadors. We do have a shrine near the lighthouse on its own hill, people use to venerate the Virgin.


Traditional Christmas Posadas

One other custom of the season is the Posadas. While in the Yucatan I saw first hand a local Posada. It was several local children going together from house to house singing Christmas songs and carrying palm leaves. One child carried a small container and people would come out of their houses and drop a few coins in their little box or can after they had sung a few songs.

I scurried about finding coins and made sure they were Mexican Pesos and when they came to my house they looked a little puzzled as whether I knew what they were doing. When I came out with my sweater and scarf on and greeted them in Spanish they began to sing and smile.


Traditional Christmas Posadas

When I dropped the coins in their little box they all looked in it and were smiling so I guess I did it right. In other parts of Mexico the Posada is more traditional and quite elaborate. A boy and a girl are selected to play Mary and Joseph and they dress in costumes and Mary rides a donkey led by Joseph from house to house looking for a place to stay for the night like in the bible, only they are followed by children and adults. Some singing goes on and eventually they reach the last house and are allowed in and there is a party with music and food that goes on for hours.

This little pueblo sometimes does this or a limited version of it but it is in the Barrios of the town. I sometimes wish they would come out to the Gringo homes but most are far out of town and that would be a problem for them to get to.

Soon in the stores and pastry shops, large rings made of bread like cake and dried fruits will be for sale. They are called Rosca de Reyes. I always buy one or two to share with friends and neighbors.


Rosca de Reyes

Tradition, I’m told, is that if you find a little plastic figure in your portion you are the lucky one that throws a party next year. I wonder if this is true or not? I don’t care, having a party is a good thing and finding a little plastic baby in your cake is a nice surprise.

The longer I live in Mexico the more I learn about the culture, traditions, history and language(s). I am endlessly fascinated with Mexico. The many Fiestas, national holidays and accompanying customs provide a living classroom to learn about Mexico and her people. Their patience and openness with me has provided a wonderful adventure and keeps me stimulated to learn more.

I hope your Christmas season is as charming as mine in this little pueblo on the coast of the Sea of Cortez, adios.

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Not Better Not Worse…Just Different

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Not Better Not Worse…Just Different

I do understand how people unfamiliar with how things are done in Baja may have some instances of near insanity trying to figure it all out. Or at least trying to understand the why’s the why not’s and the where for’s. I’ve learned to stop the insanity and for the most part just go with the flow!


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For example, several years ago I was in need of a set of tires for one of our vehicles. This is not a unit that is driven with much frequency or many miles, so I opted for a set of good used tires. I found exactly what I wanted, a price was agreed upon and so the tires were mounted on my rims. I noticed that they had not balanced the tires. I was told that they didn’t do that at most “tire shops”.

Okay, so where do I go get them balanced? The owner told me to go to the local alignment and balance shop which is about a half mile down the road. I half jokingly said “so you sell me the tires, you mount the tires, you put the tires on my vehicle and now I have to go to another shop to have them removed and balanced?”

“Yes!” he said as if that is the only way he’s ever considered doing it. It didn’t really upset me too much because, well, face it what else do I really have to do. So I think to myself, let’s see how this odyssey plays out. Shaking my head and laughing in disbelief I pay the man and head on down the road in pursuit of that elusive tire balancing machine.

Pulling into the shop I explained my needs and he said he could do it right away. He drove my car up on the lift and they begin removing the rims that were just installed at the nearby tire shop. The right rear however was installed so tightly, their air tools could not remove the nuts from the wheel. Okay, I can take it back over there to have them loosen up the nuts with their obviously steroid laced impact wrench. I excused myself for a bit to use the restroom. When I returned all four wheels are now back on the car. I asked them if they’d balanced the other three already and they said that no, they would balance them all at once. Again my head is shaking and my lips are smiling, albeit a little less than last time.

Arriving at the tire shop the owner comes over, I explain the situation and he says that yes, sometimes his guys go overboard on tightening the nuts. I asked him what I would have done if I would have had a flat and needed to change the tire. He again with a straight face just handed me a business card and said “you can always call us. We make house and roadside repairs.” Wow! What a deal. Tighten up the nuts so tight you can’t remove them without help from a professional with an impact wrench having drug issues. Suddenly all stops! What the he**? Oh a Taco truck has just pulled up outside. Not wanting to take a chance on getting trampled I step aside and let the herd pass. By the way…excellent tacos!

Back at the alignment and balance shop they successfully remove all four tires in attempt to balance them. All goes fine except for one that they can’t seem to balance. They work on it for a long while and finally explain that the tire is faulty. Okay, this time not smiling I tell them to put the tire back on and I make the now very familiar trek back to the tire shop. Explaining the situation the owner finally relents, finding another tire and does what I ask him to do with nary a smile on my face. I tried but it just would not come!

While putting the replacement tire on my car I remind them not to over tighten the lug nuts. This was not received with the greatest of appreciation. But to be honest with you I had pretty much lost the ability to smile and be nice.

Back to the alignment shop I go, knowing that the State Police or some other law enforcement agency was probably watching this obviously drug dealing American go back and forth all morning long between auto shops in an effort to thwart and confuse their keen sense of money and drug laundering going on between two rivals. Ah yes, finally a smile appears!

The alignment shop now has a stall with my name on it. I pull onto the rack and four workers jump on the task at hand. But not before that damned taco truck shows up. Is he following me? After a short break and a few tacos they get the job done in no time.

He even threw in a front end alignment for all my trouble. Perhaps the quivering lips and bloody red eyes had a role in his decision. Anyway, when they were finished he took it out for a test run. Upon returning he says that he thinks I have another bad tire that needs to be replaced. His timing was that of a talented comedian as a smile came across his lips when he said “just joking compadre! All is good!”

Four tires balanced and a front end alignment for $200.00 pesos. That’s about $14.00 US at the time. And yes, my smile returned!

Just remember, these things while perhaps not being correct or lacking common sense in our past lives are just how things are done here in our little village. The fact that we have to come to terms with is that we are probably not going to change a culture overnight; maybe we’ll never succeed in that effort. But we should be cautious in our attempts to change too much of what we might find silly or downright stupid lest we find we have replaced their culture and their values with what we all came here to try to escape. You know the old saying “we have found the enemy and it is us!”

So perhaps let my story be a backdrop next time you find yourself in what you might consider a catch 22 situation or something so plainly stupid or so idiotic you feel the need to lash out. Bite your tongue if you have to; not someone else’s. Smile if you can knowing that the sun will come up over our beautiful Sea of Cortez tomorrow morning and the waves will still be lapping at your toes as you plop your ass down in the sand of our special place.

Do yourself and everyone here a favor. Leave your emotional baggage at the border along with your predetermined ideas about how, based upon your previous life we should live out our lives here in our little piece of paradise. These people, the Mexican people, have been muddling through their lives long before we ever arrived and will probably continue after we are less than footnote in history.
For the most part the people that call this place home even for a short while love it for what it is. Is it perfect? No probably not. Part of our blessing is that this place is not for everyone, which is precisely why there is a north and south bound lane coming and going from our damn near perfect place.
Our Little Village by the Sea!


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Does This Shrimp Make Me Look Fat?


Our celebrated 2016 Shrimp Festival has gone in a flash. Early in November, and every year, our seaside village dresses up our Malecon for the expected shrimp crowd. People will descend upon our quaint little fishing town to sample the finest shrimp cooked in a myriad of ways.

The Festival usually runs all day for three days. People come to this event from everywhere. We are famous for this. After all, the fish taco was invented here.

One has to wonder when it was discovered that you could actually eat these bizarre crustaceans? Someone must have pulled one out of the ocean and bravely took a bite. Right? This was long before Sport Fishing and electricity came here…and before you or I were born. It is this action that is revisited with great enthusiasm.

During some point during the festival notorious food judges roam the Malecon sampling concoctions made with shrimp. The best recipes receive trophies of a larger than life size shrimp. They are carved in ironwood and coveted by all who deal in shrimp food. First place is revered in a way that only locals can understand.

I would love to be a shrimp food judge here but I don’t know what criterion gets you there. They have my respect though for this is a tough gig.

When the Shrimp Festival time frame arrived I was in Phoenix and cut my visit short so that I could attend at least one day of the festivities.

On the road to San Felipe people from California, Phoenix, Mexicali, El Centro, Yuma and parts unknown joined me in the trek home. They must have been newbies for they drove with outrageous speed. Ha! I knew there was plenty of shrimp…. but I felt my foot press on the gas pedal…just a little… just in case. A car passed me. He must have been doing 80 miles per hour… and another.

I would like to tell you that I unpacked my car when I arrived home, but I did not.
You could say that my body literally zoomed to the Malecon, which it did.

First stop…colossal blue shrimp stuffed with cream cheese with bacon wrapped around it. Somewhere in the cooking process it is battered…then fried. This is a food miracle I will never understand. I would like to say that I just had one…but that would not be the truth.

Then I see a woman with fried butterfly coconut shrimp on a paper plate. She is walking very fast and eating at the same time. There are plenty of tables to sit but when you are on the move with food…sitting is not an option. I grab her shoulder. I do not know this woman but when she looks into my eyes she knows that she must give me the location of where one can obtain such delicacies. She must act fast. The Malecon is long and there is only so much time to eat shrimp.


At times people don’t have to use words. Gestures are easier…a shift of their neck pointing to the direction of where one can find the shrimp they are eating is enough. We are veterans of where the best shrimp is waiting for us. We know the unspoken signals.

I become a shrimp detective. I locate all kinds of shrimp like a hound dog. The smells of delicious peppers, onions, chili, cheese, rice and hot sauce permeate the sea air. In my hunting process I have made new friends…I think.

You can be told there are different sizes of shrimp. The brown ones are mediums.  The blue shrimp are colossal. Amazing things can be stuffed into these beauties.  The medium brown ones have the best flavor to me. They are the staple ingredients to most shrimp dinner dishes around here. I am thinking size doesn’t matter….then I become worried that I may not fit into these jeans tomorrow.

Never compare a shrimp cocktail from where you live or lived in the states. Four shrimp smothered in ice and hanging around a glass bowl is hilarious here. Think of an old fashioned ice cream three scoop soda glass filled with…yes well I did count them one time…27 shrimp!!! That is the medium shrimp cocktail size. The juice and veggie items added to it can be slurped up after the shrimp are gone. Delicious and healthy!  You can bet that will fill you up. And yet shrimp is a word that defines something small…go figure.


Another Slice of Life in Mexico

As I write this it is the Sunday the day before Revolution Day here in Mexico and the little Pueblo I live in on the shore of the Sea of Cortez, better known to Gringos as the Gulf of California, there was a parade.

This is a very small town with a lot of children and parades are a part of life here as they are all over Mexico. As the young as participants lined up for their part in the parade my mind went back to the first parades I saw in Mexico. I was staying in San Miguel Allende Guanajuato, north of Mexico City.

I was taking my first class in Spanish there and living in a small efficiency apartment. On a weekend I decided to walk from my apartment up the hill past the church and what was a cloister to the “Jardin” or Garden in the center of the town.

I was standing on the corner just south of the “Jardin” when I could hear a parade coming from my left. The music and the fireworks were unmistakable. There were men and women dressed as Aztecs and every once in a while some men dashed forward off the parade with this huge tube that must have been three or four feet long and load it with a rocket and shoot it off towards the sky with a whoosh and loud bang as it exploded above us.

The participants weren’t just marching they were doing an elaborate dance moving in circles and shaking rattles and beating drums as the decorations on their bodies made soft metal sound, it was quite impressive; with huge feather moving up and down on their costumes. I was enthralled at the display and energy of the dancers as the route was all up hill.

Then to my astonishment I heard a similar whoosh and bang and here comes another parade up the hill I had climbed from my right. I wondered if they would meet at this corner I was standing on as the two progressed up the hill one to the right and one to the left. Sure enough they both arrived at the corner on which I and now lots of other people were standing on watching this huge display of energy and beautiful costumes.

I noticed one figure close to me and recognized that he worked in the bank and had helped me just the previous day, now he was in full regalia with a black wig and dancing tirelessly. Somehow the leaders of both parades came together and just how they managed to decide who went first I couldn’t figure out; did they toss a coin, use rock,scissors, paper ? Just that the ones on the right moved ahead while the ones on the left continued to dance and shoot rockets until the ones on the right cleared the way then they too moved on to the big church on the “Jardin”. I felt as though I had witnessed a slice of life in San Miguel.

Back to today’s parade in San Felipe there were no Aztecs, no feathers or rockets it was more home grown with little boys wearing fake mustaches, carrying fake rifles and sporting huge sombreros while proud parents took their photos like parents and grandparents do the world over. The little girls in their revolution dresses and bigger kids in their uniforms were more serious as the drums and bugles played while trucks carried children on decorated floats and waved. It was a grand sight to see. Again I felt that I witnessed another slice of life in Mexico.



Centavo’s Two Cents


I have lived in our little town of San Felipe for 9 years. You will often here me say these words…”We live here!!!!” I say it all the time with a big smile on my face.

Time has flown. The house is built, the quad purchased, and a plethora of shells have invaded my living space. If it were not for this site I would not have had the pioneering vision that it took to find this diminutive piece of heaven.

There are so many adventures here, so much to do.

In writing this column I hope to tell a few stories, make you laugh, and give you some insight on just what it is that brought me here…and why I plan to stay.

So thank you…The Official San Felipe Web Site, for showing me I could live in Mexico. The mountains, the sea and the night sky are always in my vision.

Who could ask for more than that!

This is going to be fun!

Wise Centavo’s words…
“Go ahead… EAT THE TACO”.

My First Time


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Most, perhaps many of us have lived enough life and so are mature enough to have enjoyed several firsts in our lives. Some firsts might be more important than others, while some can be placed into the “I wish I could forget that ever happened” category. But then there are those that bring back certain feelings of joy, well being, or simply are so positive that you want to revisit those emotions, those memories from time to time.

The latter is the case when I think back to my first visit to our little village of San Felipe.
The year was 1963 and I was a mere thirteen year old boy trying to find my way in life. My father and I never had much of a personal relationship which was quite common back in those days. An outward show of love or affection for your son was many times to be taken as a weakness. Thankfully, not all, but far too many families lived with such silly and destructive morale. Unfortunately, my relationship with my dad fell into that category.

One day, unbeknownst to my father I overheard him and an older friend of his talking about going fishing. They had no idea young ears might be taking all this in but in fact I was hanging on every word just knowing that I would be asked to go along. A week or so passed and nothing was mentioned to me directly about the subject, however, from time to time I’d catch certain pieces of conversations that excited me.

One day I asked my mom if she knew anything about the planned trip and how much fun it sounded. She said that yes, dad and his friend Gordon were planning a fishing trip. Before I knew it the words “do you think I could go too?” came tumbling out of my mouth. Oh she said “I don’t know. I think it’s just a guy thing.” She of course had no way of knowing, but those few words crushed me! My mind yelled out “I’m a guy…aren’t I? What’s wrong with me?” But in the end I just shrugged it off as another disappointment foisted on a young boy begging for a relationship with his dad. Now looking back, the reality of that time seems rather dramatic.

But I can still feel the cloud of disappointment that enshrouded my being for a week or so until one day my dad uttered the most welcoming words he could have ever said to me, “Hey Darryl, Gordon knows of a place he likes to fish. We’re going to go next week for about ten days. Do you want to come with us?” Not until my wife said “yes” to me when asked if she would like to get married had I experienced the feeling of such overwhelming joy and excitement!

I couldn’t get the “HECK YES” out fast enough! “Where are we going?” I asked him. I still remember my dad simply shrugging and saying “it’s someplace called San Felipe in Mexico. Don’t even ask because I don’t know where it is but Gordon says it’s a special place.” Not wanting to rock the boat (no pun intended) I didn’t ask anymore questions. All I knew was that I was going to go someplace with my dad for more than just a few hours and he was going to be all mine for ten whole days. That seemed to be enough.

It was February so it was rather chilly and being February meant that I would have to have my mom write a note for the school excusing me during that time. Taking the note to school I remember feeling so excited when my teacher read the note that had been in a sealed envelope. Then knowingly he looked at me and said “looks like you’re going to have a good time!” I still don’t know what the note said, but I really didn’t care! Only one final hurdle to overcome! Don’t do anything stupid that would give anyone a reason to takeaway my special time with my dad.

I was successful and so the day came to load all our guy and fishing stuff into Gordon’s new 1963 GMC four wheel drive pickup. It was a four speed on the floor so, I, being in the middle of the front seat, (the only seat) would be in charge of shifting gears whenever Gordon depressed the clutch. We became a good team at this maneuver. Gordon really took me under his wing and we became very good buddies. Being an older man of forty (lol) I think perhaps he knew more about me than I knew about myself.

Finally all loaded up and on our way we crossed from the U.S. border into Mexico at San Luis. So many new things to see, to smell and to experience! This young man almost had a sensory overload as we slowly drove through the customs gate and then into this whole new world. Taco stands with delicious smelling meats were everywhere. Signs reading tamales, burritos and delicious looking food I’d never heard of before were for sale on every corner.

The sounds of a live band playing Mexican folk music on the corner filled the entire atmosphere around us. My dad asked “you going right or left here Gordon?” Gordon laughed and said that going left would take us to the redlight district. They both laughed but I had no idea what this redlight district was all about but I obviously wanted to find out. And in time it became very clear to me what it was. Trust me when I say I would have never guessed! But I digress…

After many miles traveling through farmland we intersected a junction near Mexicali marked with a small sign reading “San Felipe”. The road south from Mexicali was nothing like it is today, for it took us almost all day to arrive in San Felipe. There were some stretches where Gordon chose to drive off the pavement opting for a smoother off road experience. But arrive we did.

Thankfully, Gordon was somewhat familiar with San Felipe and knew where to go to find a good beach to fish and to setup our camp. Back then there were no hotels that I can recall seeing, just several places that sold beer and soda. As for me I kept looking for a “redlight” someplace in order to solve the redlight district caper. What we now know as the Malecon was just a semi packed sand trail well above the high water mark of the Sea of Cortez.

I can still remember smelling that salty ocean air and listening to the seagulls while watching the pelicans overhead doing their best acrobatic acts. All this being performed for our pleasure…or so I was convinced. Being from the Yuma area these were smells and sounds not regularly found in our part of the world.

Oh my gosh…pinch me! Is this really happening? Could it be that I am here with my dad and a new buddy sharing guy stuff and now they’re talking about going fishing tomorrow? Does it get any better than this? That’s just about the time Gordon says “well let’s get the wood out of the truck and start us a good campfire.” Well there it is. It just got better! I’d always heard about this whole camp on the beach and have a bonfire thing but never really considered I would ever see it much less be a part of it!

The fire is now going strong and we’re stuffed full of some of the best barbecued chicken I have ever enjoyed. It was crusty and beyond burned on the outside and kind of bloody on the inside but it was still the best! I’m sure it had something to do with, well, everything going on around me!
The next day we’re up early to a very cool February morning. I’m drinking my hot chocolate while the guys are drinking their manly cowboy coffee. I’m sure I got the better deal here! Gordon had gotten up earlier and started the fire and so the smell of that wood burning, the cool, salty, morning air while listening to the constant soft chant of the waves made for a mental picture I would hold close my entire life.

About that time a Mexican man came walking by offering to take us out fishing in his Panga. I had no idea what a Panga might be but Gordon seemed to know enough Spanish and Juan our soon to be fishing guide struck up a deal. I remember my dad was hesitant but Gordon being experienced at this talked him into paying half the rental cost.
In just a few minutes we were walking through the warm waters of the Sea of Cortez to get on this thing called a Panga. My dad would sit in front, I would be in the middle while Gordon and Juan would be toward the back of the boat.

A few pulls on the rope, some colorful Spanish language, a little smoke, a quick backfire and that old rusty engine came to life. It purred like a kitten. Well, okay. It sounded more like a feral cat with its tail stuck in the door. But off we went with the front of the boat lifting slightly giving the illusion that we were going much faster than I’m sure we were.

We headed straight east toward the island, that big white rock that seemed to be three hundred miles out to sea, but in reality is approximately only twenty four miles or so. But you know, when you’re kid everything seems bigger and sometimes more vibrant and special. Oh I can still smell that salty air and feel the mist from the sea as we glided over what seemed to be an unending blue dream.

Just then the magic happened as the sun made its first appearance over the ocean of glassy calm brilliance. My dad was seated just a couple feet in front of me so when Juan turned the boat slightly to the left my dad having turned his head just so, put his profile between me and the sun. It was an instant that lasted forever, even until today. This was a perfect moment on a perfect day when several perfect lines intersected right there on that boat on the Sea of Cortez. Even then I recognized I should take in as much as possible in order to make it a part of my forever memory; part of my soul. Even at that young age I knew this experience, this feeling had to be a gift from God.

That vision has never left my memory, for even today when I visit the now paved street with all the activity the Malecon has to offer I sometimes walk down on the sandy beach and reflect back on those few days, that special gift, that changed my life forever.
Looking back I now know and understand that my mother was the catalyst that with very carefully chosen words brought this young boy together with his father for albeit a brief time that has in fact lasted my lifetime.

It would be many years later while looking for a place to explore and perhaps someday retire that I would reacquaint myself and find that San Felipe was of course on my short list of places to visit and learn more about.

I never thought this would be a place where I might find myself watching our beautiful sunrises, and so, reliving that special time over and over again.

Something called my name to visit this place, our special place so many years ago. Happenstance you might say. Perhaps you would be correct. But whatever it might be I’ll take it. For this is still my happy place. Yes, it’s still my wonderful memory laden and still memory making place. Come on down and make some memories of your own. Maybe bring a friend; maybe even your son and help them make their own memories to share someday with their kids!
For it can be yours, as it is indeed ours: Our Special Little Village by the Sea.


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November 20 – 26 San Felipe Weekly

Here is November 20th through the 26th report for San Felipe.

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Example of month to month expenses retiring in Mexico

November 20 – 26 San Felipe Weekly

Weekly Weather Forecast

Sunday 20 85º – 68º >> 20% Chances of rain

Monday 21 73º – 59º

Tuesday 22 73º – 53º

Wednesday 23 76º – 59º

Thursday 24 78º – 58º

Friday 25 79º – 58º

Saturday 26 76º – 57º

Much more on current weather and live cam >>

Check tide forecasts, visit our Tides page >>

Check our Upgraded San Felipe Business Directory >>

Visit our San Felipe Business Pages for Premium Info >>

Don’t miss more important San Felipe events, check them out here >>

Civic Groups in San Felipe >>

Make reservations and plan a San Felipe getaway today >>

See what is up on News Section >>

Lee nuestra sección en Español >>

Our free classifieds section always has surprises and great deals, have you check them out lately? >>

November 20 – 26 San Felipe Weekly

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San Felipe Weekly Report.

November 20 – 26 San Felipe Weekly

From El Dorado Ranch to Puertecitos and all the way down to Bahía de Gonzaga: The San Felipe Corridor is fascinating.

November 20 – 26 San Felipe Weekly