Mexico has always been a favorite place to visit.

Growing up in the southwest USA just a couple of hours from the Mexican border, we visited often. Childhood memories of my grandmother taking us to one of her houses she owned in Sonoyta. She had a mud house with a dirt floor and another wooden house with a porch. The wooden house was my favorite because of the big back yard which had a line of fig trees. I can still feel the hot sun, the smell of the fig trees, the sounds of the birds and the scary bull that lived next house over. When my grandmother passed my aunts sold the houses.

Those simple childhood visits ended but as I grew older Puerto Penasco became the place to visit. Always had a fun time in Mexico except for that one boat ride from hell. It's wonderful to remember those crazy times from my younger days, but now I much prefer a quiet balcony with an ocean view, a cup of coffee or glass of wine watching the beautiful sunrise or sunset.