My Christmas vacation in Los Cabos, Mexico went a little something like this:
|10:45 a.m.||Wake up1.|
|10:55 a.m.||Arrive at breakfast buffet restaurant. Acquire coffee, refried beans, papaya and pineapple. Big decision of the day #1: French toast, omelette or fried eggs.|
|11:30 a.m.||Grab beach towels. Apply sunscreen. Order non-stop delivery of Coca-Cola Light2 with a slice of lime from poolside server.|
|11:35a.m.||Lay in sun. Alternate between reading, chatting with people and swimming. Reapply sunscreen as needed.|
|2:00 p.m.||Have lunch, where lunch = french fries, onion rings, nachos with fresh guac and salsa. And Coca-Cola Light.|
|2:30 p.m.||Tod’s naptime. Big decision of the day #2: Decide between having a nap, reading, or going for a walk on the beach.|
|5:00 p.m.||Nap (if not already napping)|
|6:30 p.m.||Shower. Dress up pretty.|
|8:00 p.m.||Big decision of the day #3: where to have dinner.|
|10:30 p.m.||Go to the disco, possibly followed by hot tub.|
|2:00 a.m.||Order sandwiches from room service.|
|2:45 a.m.||Re-order sandwich because they put bacon on my vegetarian sandwich.|
Repeat for six days.
Seriously, I could get used to a life like that.
- Los Cabos is gorgeous. Gorgeous!
- The people we met were very friendly. Friendly!
- Being a Vancouverite, I’m not used to sunshine, especially not in December. Los Cabos was sunshine-y almost the entire time.
- In Los Cabos, I didn’t have to think about work at all.
- Standing on the beach, listening to the waves break3 and feeling myself sink into the sand as the waves rolled in and then back out.
- 3 a.m. room service sandwiches. So. Tasty.
Lowlights of the trip:
- Apparently, I’m the first vegetarian to ever set foot in Mexico. To the point that on Christmas Eve, I was told that they couldn’t make me anything for dinner. After talking with one of the guest services peeps (who said, “Oh, would you like them to make you something special?” to which I replied, “No4, I just want something vegetarian!”) they agreed to make me… a salad. Because, you know, us freaks only ever eat salad. And who wouldn’t want a salad for Christmas dinner? In the end, I managed to convince them to give me both the salad and a turkey dinner, hold the turkey.
- Sitting in the San Jose del Cabos airport writing this blog posting. Our flight was supposed to have left 5:30 p.m. and it’s now, as I type this, 8:30 p.m. The plane we were supposed to be on hadn’t even left Phoenix by 5:30 p.m. And apparently they can’t get us any other plane. And so now we are scheduled to leave here at 9:20 p.m. Which is going to make it rather difficult to make our 8:59 p.m. connection from Phoenix to Vancouver. So. Looks like I’ll be staying either in Phoenix (given that the 8:59 p.m. is the last Phoenix to Vancouver flight of the day) or here in Cabos5 (if this stupid plane decides never to arrive).
Books Read on This Trip:
- Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell (start to finish)6
- The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat by Oliver Sacks (about one-third of the book)
- The Structure of Scientific Revolutions by Thomas Kuhn (about half a page)
- Research Design by Creswell (the chapters I hadn’t yet read) and Conducting & Reading Research in Health & Human Performance by Baumgartner & Hensley (bits and pieces – since I’ve been stuck in this airport)
Things I Learned On My Trip:
- Spray on sunscreen, which starts out invisible, turns green. The towel you lay on while wearing said sunscreen will look like it has grass stains on it.
- Coffee whitener is highly flammable7.
- Broken bones don’t hurt until you move them8.
- Los Cabos airport appears to be a tent.
1Important, as they stop serving breakfast at 11 a.m.
2Which is what they call Diet Coke in Mexico. I didn’t see diet Pepsi anywhere.
3Of course, being a Vancouverite, I can easily get to the ocean. This was a reminder that I should make a point of doing so more often.
4Seriously. I’m not asking for the moon here. I’m like, “just give me the veggies from the turkey dinner, hold the turkey!”
5Kicking myself for joking in my last blog posting about deciding to stay in Mexico. Staying sounded nice, but not if it means staying in the airport!
6Thanks to Sarah & Dave, who gave this to me for Christmas.
7Didn’t actually have the opportunity to see this in action, but we were assured that it is true.
8Didn’t learn this firsthand, but one of the people we were hanging out with broken his toe playing beach volleyball. I was sure it was just dislocated, given that it didn’t hurt and bones have lots of nerves in them. But when the doctor showed up, he said it was broken (as he was able to move the joints normally, meaning the joints couldn’t be dislocated) and that it didn’t hurt because it wasn’t moving.