I will give an honest effort at an accurate recap of our weekend in Mexico, and try to convey some sense of enthusiasm while doing so.  The “enthusiasm” part will be the most difficult to pull off;  I feel like I just got off the plane ten minutes ago, I’m beat.

We flew out to Cabo last Thursday morning, and I do mean “morning.”  Our flight was at 06:30, so that meant a nice early 04:00 wakeup.  We actually did manage to drag outta bed, get on our flight, and met up with Ed & Kim in Denver for the plane to Cabo.  The trip went remarkably well;  We scored seats at the front of the plane which meant we were first in line at customs in Mexico.  (I have a deep-rooted aversion to standing in long, slow lines;  Quite possibly the only thing I picked up in the Military.)  We breezed through that part, waded through the 2,459 “greeters,” and instantly found our pre-arranged driver standing outside the airport.  OK, there was a very slight delay with the transportation, as we stood around waiting for a mysterious “third couple,” who never did show, then we boarded the van and made the 45 minute drive to our hotel.  Walked right up to the desk and checked in, put our swim suits on, and hit the pool, where we (not so remarkably) found the Martins.  They’d been in Mexico since Monday, so they had already pretty much hit their stride.  The first night was definitely our best effort at staying out late and partying.  In comparison to the next three nights, we may well have even burned ourselves out right off the bat.

Not sure what I could really elaborate on, as far as the rest of the trip.  The hotel pool more than met my rather low requirements for entertainment.  I was very content to sit in the pool all day, every day, and pass the time.  The alternative was to head down to the actual beach and sit on some sand, but the view of the beach was quite nice from the pool, and you didn’t have to run the gauntlet of vendors lying in wait as soon as your toes touched sand.  We did leave the safety of the hotel for the obligatory trip into Cabo, which was time well-spent.  We picked Saturday for that jaunt.  Our full schedule could be summed up as:  Thursday, got there around noon and celebrated the Martin’s 15th anniversary.  Friday, celebrated Kim’s birthday in very much the same fashion as we did Martin’s anniversary, with the addition of festive room decorations and a self-styled “pub crawl” around the resort.  Saturday, we celebrated the Martin’s anniversary and Kim’s birthday in very much the same fashion as the previous two days, with the addition of walking to Cabo.  Sunday, the Paffs had to leave, and we just barely celebrated anything at all.  We actually had a pretty strong start to the day but by about 11:00 it was clear we were on our decline.  Personally I’d had enough sun for the weekend, so most my time was spent trying to find suitable shade and watching football games.  (On Spanish-language channels, which made the few available games even more boring than they already were.)  The diet may well have been catching up with me too.  I have a (possibly bad) habit of trying everything available, and perhaps that’s not always a good strategy.  For instance, I found myself quite fond of the sardines at breakfast and loaded up several each morning.  While I may have been fond of them, the inverse wasn’t necessarily the case.  Yeah.  But, being a slow learner, I went the same route every morning.  (With potatoes, 5 or 10 different kinds of cheese, eggs, assorted sauces, mystery meats…  Hey maybe I’m starting to figure out why I wasn’t feeling so hot towards the end of the trip.)

Monday we had to check out, and the entire day was spent on travel back to KC.  We got in late last night, hence the lack of a timely update.  All in all, a very good trip.  Both Donette & myself gave the trip a high eight out of ten.  The hotel was great, I’d recommend it if you have any Cabo trips in your future.  I may even be prepared to rank it over our “favorite” place in Playa, but I’m not ready to make that bold a statement just yet.  There is some kind of line between “extremely attentive” and “annoyingly overbearing” that I will have to study on for a bit.  They took care of you, that was for sure.  I know that by the time I left I was about to go Pulp Fiction on somebody.  “Say hola one more time, I DARE you!”  Pictures, of course, should be forthcoming.  By the time I get done weeding out the ones not fit for public viewing they may well not even be worth posting, we shall see.