Where There’s Smoke, There’s Fire

The cries for help seeped into my sleep. It was early. The sky was brightening, though the sun had not yet reached the horizon. It was cold. I thought Mexico was supposed to be warm?! We were berthed in the Cruiseport Marina in Ensenada, Mexico. Did I really hear someone calling for help? I wasn’tContinue reading “Where There’s Smoke, There’s Fire”