We’re finally there. San Carlos. The Land of Broken Dreams. The Place Where Dreams Go to Die. And it’s almost exactly like I’d envisioned it, only worse.
Against the advice of other sailors and our Lonely Planet guide, we spent the last week in Guaymas. (LP had nothing good to say about Guaymas whatsoever) And I will say, it was a particularly dirty, stinky city. But 3 former Mexican presidents were born there and we didn’t see a single gringo the whole week. Guaymas had a Soriana, a Sams Club,...