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My friend Bryan and I had just crossed the border from San Diego and were making our way south along the Baja Mexican Coastline. Our plans? Check into the Hostel. After that? Only Destiny knew... the first night was an adventure in itself; a stroll along the beach and a pile of nachos at the world famous watering hole. A couple beers and some conversations with locals that procured a wonderful sharing of recommendations while in town. As our feet and inhibitions carried us farther away from our cyclical American lives, we saw a fellow hostel traveler. A wonderful lady from New Zealand finding adventure around the world. The three of us finished a cheap bottle of tequila together and zig zagged our way back to the comfort of sleep. Although I am a proponent of a comfy mattress, the hammock on the balcony in the presence of the crashing waves and cool breeze were every bit temper-pedic that I needed. I awoke to the birds chirping and zipping of motos and cars. Waking in that hammock helped me realize who I am. You see I had been reading the novel Jupiter’s Travels throughout the summer and it had awarded me a brand new outlook on life. Every person, every store, every conversation, an opportunity for adventure, both at home and especially on the road. With this mindset, a stroll down to the managers desk to ask about the recommended taco stand became the adventure of a lifetime. Why? Partially because of the bloke in front of me in line. His name is Mick, and he knows how to live extraordinary. I was still in a bit of a euphoric stupor when I was standing in line behind him, but I began to catch his story about how loud these people were, getting home late and causing all kinds of ruckus. Then I realized the people he was complaining about were myself, Bryan, and our friend from New Zealand. It would appear that we had not been the experienced partiers we thought we were. But after a genuine apology on our behalf and a handshake, Mick was gonna show Bryan and I the taco stand he had been enjoying. On that walk he told us about how he was on an open ended adventure. Where to? South! I asked him what kind of timing he was going to be getting to specific destinations, and he said “when I get there” WOW! Talk about another reality change right freakin there; with a gentleman strumming the guitar, the sound of the fish sizzling on the metal top almost ready to nourish our souls. The three of us quickly realized we had similar goals, and our next stop was the harbor to set up a 1 day fishing trip for the following morning. Our second stop? A short road trip south out of town to find the perfect beach to finish a cooler of sandwiches and beer, go snorkeling, and try our hand at Mick’s Hawaiian sling. I didn’t catch anything but being in the rhythm of the Pacific after so many hot summer days in Arizona, USA, the view was all I needed! That afternoon, while talking with a wonderful young lady from Belgium about the ins and outs of interplanetary travel, a gorgeous and confident woman approached to talk to her friend the manager of the hostel. I was mindful of them talking but more focused on the probability of ion propulsion at the time, until I heard the manager say “Garrett! Do you and a buddy want to go to a wine tasting for $20?” That snapped me away from the ions. “Yes! Let me go see which of my buddies is going!” I raced through the hostel like it was home already, asked Bryan; too sleepy. Mick; same story. So I went back out with a plan. I looked at the manager and his friend the beautiful realtor and said, “neither of them want to go, but if you go with me I’ll snag both tickets for this wonderful date”. The tasting was extraordinary, the day of fishing; bliss, and so many fish tacos were shared that evening. Adventure!