Rather than run down my entire trip to Cabo, I'm just going to give the finer (random) highlights. Please note: this is not to diminish the AMAZING time we had on the catamaran, snorkeling with ginormous schools of fish, horseback riding on the beach, going ATV riding for the first time and having a blast, and the amazing views we had from our room and our breakfast area PLUS being forced to wake up each morning to the sound of crashing waves... Those were all very important and essential to the trip. Got it? Now let's move on:
In Cabo, they have only one main highway. When Cass suddenly called out "Cocos Frios!!!" from the van we were riding in on our way to go horseback riding, the driver asked in broken English if she wanted to go back. On the side of the road there was a man who would open a coconut, stick a straw in it, and sell it to you for $2.50 and Cass couldn't have been more excited. So the driver exited the main road and went back the other way. The funny part was that it was such a random "offramp" and "onramp" that I doubt I would have ever figured out that's exactly what they were among all of the random hills and piles of dirt. It struck us as very humorous, but I guess you had to be there.
One night we at at this restaurant in downtown Cabo called "The Office". It's entirely outdoors on the beach with rows of tables and chairs. Being that it's on the beach, and it was dinner, you can probably imagine it gets quite chilly. But I guess in wanting to keep the atmosphere as purely Mexican as possible, they don't bring out portable heating lamps. Instead, they have guys whose jobs it is to bring you a huge Mexican-woven blanket to put around you. Nice touch.
At the airport heading home, I smelled a very potent gentleman behind me. Definitely someone trying to mask the smell of a hangover - or a morning session at the bar - or both - with some very Stetson-esque cologne/aftershave combo. This gentleman leaving Mexico is described as follows: mid-40's, greasy hair slicked back, sunglasses, button-up plaid shirt with a too-tight brownish leather jacket, tight jeans, a huge belt buckle and cowboy boots. I breathed a sigh of relief (and clean air) when we walked outside to board our plane, and then another when he sat nowhere near me. I was just about to move away from the two strangers next to me and into one of the two empty seats next to Heather when the smelly gentleman was being ushered to his correct seat. Apparently he picked the first seat that looked good, thus ignoring his actual seat assignment. He was seated in between his two "buddies", neither of which wanted to sit by him for obvious reasons. His friend then suggested he just sit in the empty seat infront of their row - in the exact seat I was just about to move to. Because he had caused a bit of a scene in switching seats, I was nervous for Heather being seated next to him - and for the rest of us around him. Oxygen is already limited on an airplane and now it would be tainted the whole way home.
Well, seems I had nothing to worry about for Heather. Within the first 15 seconds of him sitting down he had begun making small talk, and she said these exact words, "it would be really great if you didn't talk for the rest of the trip. Thanks." I think my jaw literally hit the ground, as did his two buddies' behind her. Classic, classic, classic. The four or five rows ahead and behind ours laughed so hard that it pretty much shut him up and he didn't say anything more. Pretty sure this was in part due to the fact that he was passed out. But whatever works.
I have just a few more words that will forever remind me of our time spent in Cabo:Shake Boy
"lobster juice"
"wine opener"
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