As a general rule we try to avoid RV parks. They’re expensive. The rigs are big… really big. The spaces are close together. The average age is high and isn’t overly welcoming of children. We just don’t fit.
But the logical first stop in Mexico was an RV park… a big one. I figured that worst-case, it would be good gringo-ish place to acclimate for a few days.
So we pulled our truck and little trailer into the world of the forty foot plus motor coach in Mexico Norte. And… it wasn’t so bad… in fact it was pretty darn nice. The price was great. We had more space. And although the average age was pretty high, they absolutely welcomed our kids with open arms.
We quickly fell in with a group spending their first winter in Mexico. Really nice people. They took the kids to a seal show, to ice cream, horse back riding… and the kids loved every minute of it.
They even hired Wyatt and Carson to ferry their kayaks to the beach every morning. Which Wyatt approached with his customary sincerity… arriving at least fifteen minutes early every day. I think the rate was one hundred pesos daily (a little over $5). Which was promptly spent at the nearby OXXO… of course.
We had many great talks and… I’m not gonna lie to you here… some beer was consumed. A few days turned into several.
And meeting people like this is one of the best things about being travelers.
