I’ll never forget the first time I was pulled over by the Mexican police force, the federales in Baja California. Growing up in Southern California you hear lots of stories of how terrifying it is to go on holiday in Mexico and even more terrifying if you get pulled over by the the Policía Federal …
I’ve spent a night or two sleeping on the floor of an international airport (Oh and it was New Years Eve too! Fun story!) Getting stranded away from home during the holidays or any time of year if you find yourself sleeping on an airplane or at an airport life can be uncomfortable and stressful. …
It was a Monday in April and there I was poolside with a healthy green juice clenched in my hand and a good book resting at my side. I had spent all morning hiking amongst the wildflowers in a hidden nature preserve just outside of Los Angeles. The skies were the kind of agua blue …
I have never been the kind of Californian who was scared to visit Mexico. On my first trip to Baja California, I was only seventeen years old. I’m pretty sure I told my parents we would be staying with my friend’s family at their Baja beach house. Ha. Well, that was a half-truth. Funny story …
Most days I dress as a hiking guide, my henna red hair frizzy and blowing in the mountain wind. My clothes are covered in dog drool and bunches of cat hair. I might wear a vest on a trek through this alpine forest if I am feeling fancy. My life as an outdoor trekking guide …