Return to Cabo. April 2010
We had put vacationing on hold for a while…but then decided to do a rest & relax, “fun & sun”, return to Cabo. We first visited in 2003. Only 7 years ago. But what a 7 years. Can you return?
It has been a rough year. Changes at work. Belle’s illnesses. Cluttered mind. Restless spirit. We decided to go back to Cabo. It was a place we’d visited in 2003…before the move to Nashville, before the heartaches of Holling and Riley passing, before the return to Chicago. We packed books, cameras, sunscreen, and swimsuits, and a whole lot of hope for a restful week.
Room 310 of Pueblo Bonito Blanco: complete with a sitting room, coffee maker, and kitchenette.
The time-share sellers still as persistent as ever.
Sitting at the pool overlooking the beach on the first day, I counted 12 sailboats, 6 Gilligan boats, 1 cruise ship, and an assortment of jet-skis, para-sailors, helicopters and dozens of smaller, glass-bottom boats and water taxis.
The crashing of the waves! The water out there is known to have a dangerous undertow. By the sounds of the waves, and the sucking sound the tide makes when it moves out–I can only imagine.
The sand on this beach is like sandpaper. Exfoliating.
Tiny birds wait like stray, hungry little dogs at breakfast.
Days spent in the sun. Hot sun and cool breeze. Just lovely. Reading. Reminiscing. Daydreaming and staring out to sea. What would my 46-year-old self tell my 39-year-old self?
I read the Time Traveler’s Wife. “To happiness. To here and now.” “To world enough and time.”
Also plotted the years until 50…101 things to do before 50? 50 states by 50?
Rum drinks and Bloody Marys. Dinners on the beach. And making coffee in the room in the still-dark mornings.
Flamingos, parakeets, and turtles at the hotel.
7 sunrises in 7 days. Keeping a weather eye on the horizon…searching for certainty, confidence, and “what’s next?”
We came home on Bryan’s 47th birthday.