Our friends Becky and Jennifer have an aunt who owns a hotel and restaurant in San Felipe – George’s Hotel and Bar. It’s a great place to relax and the staff is really friendly. If you stop by, you might get to meet their aunt Rafaela. Chevy is a bit of a character, and you’ll probably meet him too. Since Becky and Jennifer called ahead (and obviously put in a good word for us,) we got a sweet deal. As a bonus, George’s restaurant has the best chilaquiles I’ve ever had.
San Felipe seems to be set up for ex-pats and attracts mostly Arizona and California visitors. Other than fishing, it’s also a prime spot for off-road types to start their Baja adventure. The sort of place where dune-buggies, ATV’s and dirtbikes are more common on the downtown streets than regular cars.
This should be the height of tourist season, but the roaming vendors seem to outnumber the visitors 100 to 1. We’re guessing either the economy and/or fear of crossing the border seems to have kept most Americans away. We wandered the beaches and the town for a couple of days feeling like we had the town to ourselves. I know there are many American towns suffering from the economy too, but it was a little sad to see how the lack of tourism can effect a place like this.
I’m guessing when Spring Break rolls around the town will be hopping again.