"Let me take you down
I will show you all around
(Down in Cabo)
Let me take you down
Face down in Cabo, kissin' the ground. Woo! Come on"
The G4s haven't been face down and kissin' the ground, but we couldn't have picked a better spot to wrap up our journey than Cabo. Apparently Mr. Hagar strolls by regularly on the beach, but we haven't had the good fortune of bumping into him and dissecting his lyrics or sampling his tequila.
We arrived in Cabo earlier this week after a long journey from Tokyo via the city of Angels. What is it about Mexico that makes you forget the days? We haven't left our grounds out of sheer laziness and comfort. We do certainly appreciate the recommendations we've received. Perhaps we will use them on another visit as I'm sure there will be another as I can't imagine not coming back here again. All those beautiful golf courses are calling me.
Since arriving we've seen plently of wildlife including cats (hardly wild), snails, crabs, horses, iguanas, manta rays, and whales (oh yes indeed!) from the beach and our hot tub perch. We had an "intense" two on two volleyball match of older kids (Amy and Celeste) versus younger kids (Nina and I) along with chatting it up with a local emergency room doctor who shared with us some of the more stupid things tourists and celebs do to land themselves under his care. Swimming alone in the rugged Sea of Cortez not risky enough for you? How about getting stuck in the rocks and covered with sea urchins? Need more? How about trying to leap another jet ski with a person on it while on jet ski? Table stakes. All in for a game of father and son jet ski chicken?
Tomorrow is our last full day before traveling back to the U.S. on Friday and we've scheduled a dinner for four on the beach to celebrate. I go back to work on Monday with my former company and hop on two flights - one to NYC to get my laptop and say hello to my SVP and then another to Austin, TX to meet with a former customer. Did I ever leave? My life on the open road will be sure to lead me to some good Texas BBQ and Stevie Ray Vaughnan's hangout, Antone's.
A few more posts and then the G4s will call it a wrap.
AG aka IML (International Man of Leisure)