The good news was that Carol and I got to spend Thanksgiving in Mexico. The bad news was we didn’t spend it together: she was in Loreto and I was in San Ignacio, 273 km to the north of her. I made the best of it by wandering San Ignacio like the village idiot, to end up at Victor’s Restaurant for Thanksgiving fish tacos and a margarita especial.
At 8 pm on a Thursday, San Ignacio was quiet. Some people relaxed on their front porch, while others stayed inside watching TV, with their front door wide open. The town felt relaxed and comfortable just like any small town.