Thanks to Facebook, I now have hundreds of “friends” I wouldn’t know from Cantinflas.

December 7. We are at El Embudo. This tiny bay has space for only one boat to anchor at a time.

Because it is the early bird that gets the worm, only an even earlier birdwatcher gets a photo of that bird. Bearing this in mind and recalling that this December is the coldest I have ever experienced in these parts, I asked myself how I could cover this year’s annual Bird Count without having to rise at 5 a.m., drive somewhere in the dark, arrive bleary-eyed at some plaza and stomp around shivering – still in the dark – waiting for things to get underway?

New technology that could benefit individuals undergoing peritoneal dialysis is currently undergoing clinical testing at Guadalajara’s Civil Hospital.

December 5, 2018, San Francisco Island,Baja California Sur.  This island is notable for its high, barren, rocky walls “with a trail going up to the top.” We had arrived yesterday through a very choppy sea, but this morning the surface is as smooth as glass and I get what I hope will be a magnificent picture of sunrise – dawn, actually – through my porthole.

December 3, 2018. Los Islotes Island, Baja California.  We are anchored at the sea lion rookery of Los Islotes, 820 kilometers northwest of Guadadalaja. I am a guest of my neighbor in Zapopan, Richard Gresham, aboard his 51-foot sloop, the good ship “God’s Way.”