When we go to a place we really like, we have the "sure, we'd come back here" conversation but that pretty much gets buried in new places! new things! but when we went to the place we stayed (I'm honestly hesitant to link it here; I love it but I also love that it's a secret. then again it's not really a secret if you go on TripAdvisor and/or read my description below, but...still. I want to book again, you know. Yes, that might mean a three-peat.) last year we liked it so much, and we liked the people who ran it so much, that we came back a year later.
Because January sucks anyway. It's long, the days are short, it's cold, it's crummy. Not quite as bad in Portland as it was on the east coast, but it's one of my favorite times to get the hell out of Dodge. (Or SE Division, as it were.)
Anyway. So we went back. To paraphrase my favorite elementary school (where I went they called it "Lower School," don't ask) song, "The Cat Came Back" I will tell you that the Groonins came back, we couldn't stay away, we were sitting by the pool the very next...year.
In September 2014, Baja California, Mexico was hit by Odille, a category 4 hurricane. It was hit hard. But the areas you will primarily see as a tourist/traveler are largely cleaned and functional. That said, things like the Alamo rental car building? No windows, open air -- when it wasn't like that in Jan. 2014. Driving to and from the airport to our B&B, we saw major signs still blown down, huge letters off major hotels missing. I think neon signs with various letters missing are hysterical, but this wasn't that kinda funny. The takeaway here is that Baja is back and you should visit. They need you. Don't be a-skeered.
So anyway, onto the recap. We were there five days, which I think is just enough time. This is where we go to be lazy. Four to five nights is about the max I can go without getting antsy. You know how some vacations are all rushy-rushy? This is the anthesis of that. It's quite honestly awesome to see your spouse/partner/person you give two shits about who normally is not relaxed, relaxed. That's one of the best things about vacations, IMHO.
We get there Saturday -- and our bags do, too.
(This makes us happy considering last year they didn't. They showed up that night but it was just late enough that we bought $150 worth of toiletries and over the counter meds and too early for our travel insurance to reimburse us. Uh, yay.) I always think Cabo should be a quicker flight than it is. I'm no good with the mafs. But things this year went as seamless as seamless could. Upgraded to economy plus (thanks Justin for all your biz travel last year) on both flights (we connected in SFO).
Get the rental, doesn't take much time, already feeling the sun, the smell, the way Baja smells is different, that desert next to the beach, you get this mix of dust and sea and floral. I kind of love it. It's become synonymous with doing fucking nothing. Cabo to me has seemed like Las Vegas at the beach so we drive right by it, and we've been to Todos Santos, which is like Mexican New Hope, PA, which --been there, done that for 18 years--but where we stay in El Pescadero is just right. Though you are many miles from nowhere.
Where we stayed is about a 75-minute drive from the airport.
First order of business: Taking off socks and shoes and drinking margaritas and eating chips around the fire pit. The place we stayed has three guest rooms. We were the only guests for the first three days. It was heaven. Like staying with awesome friends who wait on you hand and foot.
We got there *just* in time for sunset. And what a sunset it was!
Those are rocks. We are about 45 meters up.
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