When Dr. Frankenstein finally animated the Baja Moons Over My Hammy it let out a frightening, maniacal laugh: “baja! baja! bajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajaja!” echoed against the hills that night, sending an ice cold chill down every villagers spine.
Many of you know Baja as a great turistic destination, but more than party and fun, Baja is my home.
Two days ago, Hurricane Odile hit the peninsula destroying everything in it’s path. They had no communications, no electricity, no phone and no internet. Today, thanks to the hard work of the Federal Electricity Comission, some areas are starting to get power. Finally today I was able to talk to my sister to make sure they are alright. But during the day, the many photos and videos started to appear, too.
I find it difficult to watch at these without getting a knot in my throat, because this is were I grew up in, in the capital city, La Paz, just 120 miles from Cabo.
This is a beautiful, quiet and welcoming place, and they need our help now.
Here’s the link to a fellow sudcalifornian blog, with links for anyone who is willing to help: