Cabo San Lucas
My recent articles concentrated on local daytrips but I’d like to deviate this week and share the experience my husband and I experienced recently. A friend we met on several Dixieland Jazz cruises invited us to share a week in his four-bedroom timeshare in Cabo. We’ve all heard the warnings about visiting Mexico. So, I Googled the
safety aspect and found Baja California exempt from the warnings. On this, my first trip to Cabo San Lucas on the Baja California Sur Peninsula, the desert landscape shocked me. Except for the resort grounds, only cactus, dirt, and little vegetation inhabited the southern tip of the Baja.
Our oasis, Playa Grande, literally sat at the Baja tip, protected at each end of the beach by rock outcroppings, the only separation from the famous arches on the southern end. High waves broke against the rocks no matter if the tide was in or out, and left little room to scoot around to the other side to view the arches. Sometimes the waves sounded like gunshots rather than the gentle, quiet shushing that lulls one to sleep. In fact, the noise continually woke me in the middle of the night, so I’d close the windows.
The four couples who shared the large condo took turns cooking. We shopped at Costco and Wal-Mart for supplies. All in all, the week’s expenses, including food, drinks, and a one-day car rental, cost about $18 a day per person. Since our host insisted he pay the timeshare fee, we stayed rent-free. Our visit to Cabo amounted to the cheapest vacation we’ve ever taken.
The complex and city offered many fun opportunities like fishing, dinner cruises, or parasailing. However, our intent was to “get away and relax.” We never ventured far from the hotel, except for a walk to the flea market to haggle with vendors and purchase gifts. The Mexican economy mirrors the US economy. Few Americans carried shopping bags, and many vendors complained as they lowered their prices for those of us who did buy.
I usually write while on vacation, or, at least take lots of notes. This time I only turned on my laptop to download pictures and check emails. Pictures consisted of beachside weddings, waves, fishing boats about a hundred yards from shore, waves, special resort entertainment, waves, skimboarders, our condo, and more waves.
My pictures never captured the real force of the water breaking against the sand and sending plumes of spray over my head. I walked the beach several times. Signs posted everywhere warned of rip tides. Yet, skimboarders practiced their craft while magazine photographers snapped the young men’s success or failure.
Skimboarders carry their small boards along the water’s edge, drop them at the proper time, step aboard, and try to ride the wave sideways as it comes to shore. I saw few successes. Around a hundred spectators lined the beach to watch the young men prepare for a competition. The crowd occasionally broke their silence and applauded or shouted their praise for a competitor. Three beach weddings we watched from our 5th floor deck highlighted the trip. Each was better than the last, although none were huge events.
Too soon the week ended. We said goodbye to the beautiful resort, old friends, and new friends. We left behind a refrigerator full of food, a good tip for the wonderful maids, and headed to the airport in a crowded van, our luggage strapped on top. I’m glad I experienced Cabo San Lucas on the Baja California Sur Peninsula. I’ll mark that off my bucket list and look for a new location for our next adventure.