we flew into cabo on saturday. lounged at the hotel pool all afternoon and grabbed dinner at the pool. ventured into town to stock up on bottled water and snacks. slept in.
sunday we walked to lawanda's place (we met her on our first trip to cabo, way back when) for her pineapple muffins, but her shop was closed. instead, we saw her through the glass and tapped, hoping she would recognize us. when she opened the doors, she yelled, "minnesota!"
we had brunch at a cantina in the marina. (that rhymes!) lawanda and her bro darryl were great company, and the huevos rancheros was yummy.
in the afternoon the bf and i walked (read hiked) over to lover's beach @ land's end. a lot of walking. shimmying. climbing. swimming. ensued. the bf somehow convinced me to swim around the bend in order to reach lover's beach. in my cargo shorts and white tank top.
but we made it (with one wave threatening to pound me into the rocks). it was worth it. beautiful and inspiring.
on our way back, however, we took a different ("easier) route. it meant walking around the rocks and trying to avoid the waves versus climbing over the rocks to the other side. on the last bend to make it back to the beach, the waves were coming hard and fast. the bf led the way, carrying our bag of supplies. and his flip flops. i distinctly remember thinking that i should probably take mine off when the bf was off around the corner and i closely followed, using the rocks on my right to guide me around. i heard the wave coming and the bf telling me to move it, but my feet (nicely tucked into my flip flops, thank you) had a different idea. as the wave washed back out, the water sucked my flops into the sand and i was wonderfully glued right next to the rocks when the next wave came in. i panicked for a second, willing my legs to pick up and get a move on, but they wouldn't listen! i figured i would just solider through that wave, bracing myself against the rocks. i heard it and didn't turn around to see it. when it came in i was swept off my feet. yikes! into the rocks i went. a tangle of arms and legs. not knowing which way was up. saltwater in my mouth.
i felt the bf yank me up by my arm and lift me out of the water.
i staggered onto the beach. spitting out sand. sand in my ears. one flip flop. bleeding from my left ankle and right knee. in short, i was a hot mess.
the bf saved me. and went back to save my other flip flop. sigh. my hero.
we went to romeo y julieta for dinner. a lovely italian meal in mexico. grin.
the next day we went here to check out the location. i absolutely. fell. in. love. i am still dreaming about it. next time.
we flew out on the last flight out of cabo last night. due to hurricane jimena, we were worried that we wouldn't make it out for days after she passed through. the flight attendant announced that flight 336 "operation hurricane rescue mission" would depart shortly. just in time. sounds like the theme of the holiday.
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