Mi Casa is REALLY Su Casa

I’m going to go out on a limb here to say that Jenifer may have broken the bad luck vacation curse. She can regale you with sagas of trips from hell, much anticipated sojourns that went bad and were so disappointing to someone who works so hard and so much. I think this week was a winner, or at least I hope it was. They flew to Atlanta yesterday, and were driving home this morning; hopefully I didn’t just jinx the drive.

After sadly dropping our Knoxville contingent at the airport we raced back to Grand Solmar to meet the rep from EZ Locker, a company that will store items for us until our next trip. One of my frustrations with making this trip is the half empty liquor bottles we leave behind (or get ourselves in trouble trying to finish), and the lack of great glassware in the room. Yes, they have a pitcher and wine glasses, as well as water glasses, but margaritas and martinis should be served in the appropriate glassware. It’s in the constitution. So we signed up for this service, which gave me the best excuse to buy some great stuff at the glass factory for future use.

Somehow, unbelievably, we still had 3 free drink coupons. On a Thursday. Never happened before. We made short work of those.

After picking up our locker Mary and I headed to the pool for lunch and some time with our reading materials. Somehow, unbelievably, we still had 3 free drink coupons. On a Thursday. Never happened before. We made short work of those.

Mary’s nephew Michael invited us to his casa for the evening. As he likes to put it, “We live like a Mexican family”. There are 4 generations living in a spacious (and gorgeous) home overlooking the Sea of Cortes, close to where Michael and his stepfather Gary work. Gary is a project director for one of the big resorts and Michael sells timeshare at another one. So Gary’s wife/Michael’s mom Donna, her dad Max, Michael’s wife Amber, their kids Kobe and Kaitlyn and 3 dogs are all happily cohabitating in Cabo. Mary and Donna were close growing up, so it was a hoot watching these two 50-somethings regress back to teenagers, telling stories fueled by Gary’s assortment of very old and very expensive selection of rum and tequila. Every time I turned around he was filling a shot glass with something and saying, “Have you ever tried this?” We had an excellent, noisy, laughter filled dinner, great conversation, great stories with lots of love in the room. Michael’s casa truly is su casa. We’re meeting them for dinner tonight, appropriately, at Mi Casa.

So this will be my last post for awhile; we have a 6:30 AM flight tomorrow; if we have a decent length layover in Phoenix I may get one more installment out, but if not here are my top ten observations from this trip.

Geckos like hummingbird moths a lot. And not in a kind and loving way.
Loved ones that have passed on are with us wherever we are.
There are great people everywhere; we just need to keep our hearts open as they shape our view of the world.
Six miles on a dirt road never feels any shorter, no matter how many times you do it.
Tropical fish are very Zen. Ditto for birds. And a lizard named Ramon.
A breaching whale and a flying stingray are things everyone should experience. They will leave you breathless and smiling.
People we love are awesome travel companions.
Little tiny fish give a great pedicure.
Baking in a blast furnace isn’t easy, but it can be done.
This has all been awesome, but it will feel good to go home.

So thank you, everyone, for reading and encouraging my mad ramblings. My apologies to all my peeps in the northeast that are freezing their cohones off; I really wasn’t trying to torture you. We’ll try to bring some Mexican warmth back with us.

So who is in for next year??
¡Hasta luego!