The Quiet Side of Cabo

 Cabo San Lucas is a crazy place. There is every kind of watercraft in the bay going full speed, all at the same time- jet skis, fishing boats, 3 huge cruise ships, the tenders that ferry cruise ship passengers back and forth, booze cruise catamarans, gazillion dollar yachts with their own helicopters on board, people paddling around while standing on surfboards and even pirate ships full of passengers working hard to get drunk.

 Getting drunk seems to be a major sport/pastime/hobby/goal in Cabo.

We were pretty much bombarded by the locals when we got off the tender- they were more than willing to provide us with a day of sun, fun and booze. 

 

But we had a plan of our own already. No Cabo Wabo for us! We were renting a van. A Mexican van. And we were going to drive ourselves up the coast to a little town called San Jose Del Cabo. All by ourselves.

The nice Mexican man even gave us maps, which were also phone books. In case we wanted to call someone. In Mexico.

 

The kids might have felt a little anxiety about our adventure.

But we set off and in no time we were in San Jose Del Cabo, where were checked out the local Catholic church. It was built in honor of a priest who had been dragged off and killed by the local Lamanites. I mean, Indians.

We walked around the little town and did a bit of shopping. We found an awesome Nacho Libre luchador mask with cape to send to Peter, Shannon bought some Mexican tiles and Lindsey found a purse made from candy wrappers. Some of us were more interested in shopping than others.

We had heard that there was a glass factory nearby, so we made Brian get out and ask a security guard for directions. The guard had no idea where any glass factory was, but it's always entertaining to watch Brian speak his Venezuelan Spanish with the locals.

In the end, we had a good day, without being kidnapped or held for ransom. And going back to the Wonder felt like going home...