March 7, 2011
Such a lazy morning.
Such a lazy morning.
Leah was out cold. Since I passed out early, I figured she could sleep in. I hopped onto our balcony and did some yoga during sunrise. Stressful, I know. Leah woke up. I decided to make some breakfast: French toast and scrambled eggs. You wouldn't think this was a large breakfast, considering I made only three pieces of French toast. But this breakfast defeated us and I'll tell you why: the whole-wheat bread we bought, we were convinced, is the most dense item in the entire universe. It should be on the periodic table of elements, towards the bottom right. An equivalent-sized breakfast in the states would have easily held us over until lunchtime. Leah and I found ourselves the victims of this breakfast and founded the need to take a nap. In the morning. We woke up at 11 AM. That's powerful bread.
The theme of the day was laziness. We finally got the energy to get ready. Get ready for what? Exactly. Get ready to go to the beach. We hopped onto the beachfront and hailed a taxi. A water taxi. For ten bucks round-trip per person, we took a taxi ride over to Playa del Amor (Lover's Beach). Water taxi was the only way to reach the beach. This was my favorite taxi ride in recent memory. It was so enjoyable that it wasn't until the end of the choppy water ride I remembered my inability to swim and the lack of a life vest.
The approach to Playa del Amore was awesome. White sand in between two large rock formations. We landed on the beach and found ourselves amongst the relative few who decided to journey on over. Most people were on this side of the beach because of the relative calmness of the waters compared to where we would go. Through the two rocks was a beach pathway connecting to the other beach, Playa del Divorcio. This was also an incredible beach. And incredibly deserted. The views are spectacular and it seems puzzling why so few people would be here. Then we realized how strong and powerful the waves and water were. It wasn't exactly ideal for swimming. As for laying on a beach though, I didn't quite see the problem. Leah and I went camera happy, taking photos of the rock formations and the water before deciding to plop down on the beach with a sense of urgency so we could lie in the sun, do nothing, and relax. And that's what we did.
We hailed our taxi driver a few hours later. The half hour or so prior to that we people-watched back on Playa del Amore. When we hopped back onto our taxi, we asked our driver if he could take us to Los Arcos. He obliged. We made our way towards Los Arcos. We stopped by a crack in the rock formation called The Pacific Window; you could see the Pacific Ocean through this slit. We moved onwards and before we knew it, Los Arcos started peaking out of the corner of our eye. It was breathtaking actually. I had seen the pictures and knew what it looked like. But actually approaching it and seeing it with my own eyes was a near religious experience. Leah and I were giggling like schoolkids; this was awesome. Our driver pointed us towards a rock cliff full of sea lions. We started zooming in and out of rock formations, and eventually found this one piece of rocking jutting up out of the ocean with a solitary sea lion resting at the top. Our driver called to it and it started moving about, almost dancing. We made our way back to Villa la Estancia. We tipped him handily. He didn't have to take us to Los Arcos. Or he could've charged us extra.
We laid out on our beach for a while before hitting up the jacuzzi. We were soon joined by a group of four, two husband and wife couples. We knew we'd like them; the first guy literally plopped into the jacuzzi (it took both Leah and I a few minutes to hop it) and said "It's good!" The two ladies were best friends from high school. High school! Impressive. They tend to do trips every year. We exchanged stories, lots of stories, about our respective travels. It was a jacuzzi full of jetsetters. But all of us did share a thing in common: first time to Cabo. The group recommended two places for food. I was definitely all ears for their suggestions, especially since they declared themselves foodies from Chicago. They said we should go to The Office and Edith's. Both were owned by Edith Jimenez. I had heard about her prior to this trip. All good things. We added it to the list of things to do, which, admittedly, wasn't a very long list.
Leah and I returned to the grocery store to grab a few more items: Ziploc bags, a beef quesadilla from the deli, caramel cake, and Oreo cake. We had dinner on the balcony and consumed more wine. Life was good. But a day full of sun started to take its toll. We remembered being incapacitated watching cartoons like Barney and Noddy and some crazy other dinosaur cartoon. I don't really know what happened. I apparently fell asleep really early.
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