Cabo: Day Two

 Good Morning, Cabo!

 Good Morning, Wilberforce!


We woke up after a lovely night of much needed rest.  We had plans to go to the yoga class scheduled for 8:15am.   Unfortunately, I am stupid.

I have issues with telling time.  And time zones.  And daylight savings.  And lack thereof.

We missed yoga.

So we ordered breakfast to be brought to our room!  Ate it at our gigantron dining table, because we're in the Luxury Suite.  Did I mention that?

Omelets, bacon, oatmeal, fruit, ranchero sauce, toast, veggies.  Me gusta breakfast.

I loved these little slippers we found in our room, along with robes and all kinds of other goodies.

 After breakfast we packed up our complimentary beach bag for a long, strenuous day of laying by the pool.

Tough life.

One of my favorite parts of the day was the walk to the main pool early in the morning.  All the gardeners and landscapers were out, grooming the grounds (I think that's what the rich people call it?).  The staff was arranging the pool loungers, laying out towels, moving umbrellas, skimming the pools, raking the beach.  So peaceful!   

And we were always the first at the restaurant for breakfast...after we had hit the gym for an hour or so or had done our beach yoga.  Apparently resort life isn't supposed to start until 8:00 am.  Even if breakfast is served at 6:30am.  We didn't mind having the restaurant to ourselves.  Gross and sweaty young'uns after a workout isn't something most guests would have found appetizing to sit next to.  Sometimes another couple would wander in as we were finishing up breakfast.

Most days we would head back to the room to get our bathing suits and supplies for the day before hitting the pool, but the first day we ate breakfast in the room and headed straight to the pool.

We claimed our prime pool lounging spot, then headed to the beach for a walk.  Always a busy schedule in Cabo.

 We decided we had had enough sun pre-sunscreen application, so we headed back to the pool.

Story: we're on the plane headed to Mexico.  Mexico.  Cabo.  Our purpose is to sit next to the pool and beach for five consecutive days.  Do you know what Wilberforce did not bring?

Sunscreen.

Really?

You'd think he was a twelve year old who expected his mother to pack the necessities for him.  I almost felt like not letting him use the tube of sunblock I had bought on my lunch break at work specifically for him.

We decided waiting four years to go on a honeymoon was a good idea for various reasons.  The fact that I knew he wouldn't bring sunblock on a beach vacation and therefore bought him his own tube for the trip is just one example.  I wouldn't have known such a thing if we were newlyweds and we would have had to cough up $24 for a little tube at the resort store to get us through the week.

But I digress.

We did stop at the resort store to look around the night we arrived.  I happened to find this hat...way more resort appropriate than the UW baseball hat I brought.  I almost looked like I belonged by the pool.

 I read books on my iPad.  I love reading books.  I would rather read real books that I can hold in my hand and flip real pages, but I read a little fast and would have had to pack a bunch of books.  The iPad is much more compact.

Wilberforce brought one book.  He didn't finish it while we were in Cabo, but he knocked a good chunk out of it.  I think he liked it a lot, especially since he kept telling me all the things he was learning during our daily swim across the pool to the swim up bar for our afternoon cocktail.

 So thanks for the book, Padre!  (That's Spanish for "dad", I think)

This was our office on Day One.  We had a lot of concerns to deal with that were stressing me out.

I saw a cloud and worried it was headed our way.  It didn't.

We had to move the umbrella three times to stay in the shade.

I had to apply sunscreen twice.

My drink got warm, so Jesus brought me a new one, and I felt wasteful because I didn't finish the first.

Will sat on the rock wall behind us and thought a lizard was going to crawl in his shorts.  

 I almost had to take a Xanax to calm down from the stress.

I didn't have any Xanax, so we just swam across the pool for a Vodka Diet Coke and Black Label on the rocks.

Also of note:  if you don't drink pretty colored fruity blended drinks at a resort, you probably attended University of Wyoming.  Just saying.

 When we were thirsty, someone was usually ten minutes ahead of us in stopping by our office to offer to bring us drinks.  When our drinks were empty, someone stopped by and quietly cleared our empty water bottles and glasses.  When we were hungry, I'm sure someone would have brought us food, but a person can only lounge for so long before one needs to get up and stretch one's legs.

Especially if one has anatomical issues with drainage, ya know.

So when we were hungry, we walked our happy selves around the pool to the pool side restaurant.

 I took videos on my phone while we waited for our lunch.  I have orange pumpkin squash hands.  Just being festive this fall.

Will and I had deep, meaningful conversations during our lunch.  Like why they chose orange umbrellas to complement the blue sky and water.  I taught Will about the color wheel and he taught me about what an HGTV nerd I am.

 Our office is directly across the pool in the middle of this panoramic picture.  The swim up bar is to the right of the picture.  Do you see what a swim that was?  Hard work, man.

 We had a busy schedule for our after lunch activities.

Reading.

 Beach walking.

We didn't go for a horseback ride on the beach, but a lot of folks did.  We also didn't buy Cuban Cigars from the peddlers, but the folks in the suite below us did, as we discovered our last night while we swam in the jacuzzi.  Cubans smell nice.

The cigars.

I'm not sure what people from Cuba smell like.  I've never met one.  I'm sure they smell delightful.

The Clarks smell like sunblock.

We decided taking a picture while standing on these rocks would be neat. 

 Looks neat.

Didn't feel neat.  Those monsters were sharp and on freaking fire from the sun.

 Throwing a front double bicep was our effort to make it look like the rocks didn't hurt.

Nailed it. 

The restaurants had dress codes, depending on what time of day it was.  The main restaurant where we ate breakfast had a formal dress code for dinner, which they described as dresses or slacks for women and no shorts or short sleeves for men.  Yoshua informed us on our tour the first day that Will could wear his Speedo to breakfast at that restaurant if he wanted - no dress code for breakfast.  I told Yoshua Will forgot to bring his Speedo.  

 Wilberforce was very resort wear appropriate in his Tommy Bahama shirt I bought him a few years ago.

 I wore the dress he bought me for Christmas last year...all by himself he picked this out.  What a great hubbs.

 I think we cleaned up nice.  Didn't look too much like impostors.  I even tried not to put my elbows on the table during dinner.

 We drank wine out of glasses, rather than taking swigs out of the bottle.

 We sat up straight.

 I only made faces when people weren't looking.

 And I took pictures of random things like food and wine before other guests had arrived.

 Did I mention that not only were we the first to breakfast, we were also the first to dinner.  And I'm sure the first to bed at night.  Apparently, although we were one of the youngest couples there, often times by a few decades, we were the most old-folk-homeish couple.

We had another delicious meal.  I can't get over how amazing the food was.  

Flounder stuff with Vegetable Mousse.  Apparently "mousse" is code for "diced".  Tricky little buggers. 

 Wilberforce had Filet with Mushrooms.  They were amazing.

 He did his research on steak before coming to Mexico.  He ordered it medium rare, then told me when the waiter left that he read "medium rare" in Mexico is "medium" in the States.

 Didn't bring sunblock, but researched how to order a steak.  Typical W.  I can't complain.  His steak was cooked perfectly.

See that table in the very front on the patio?  The table for two?  That's our table.  We sat there almost every time because it had the best view of the pool and ocean and was perfect.  You can't see it but there's a multi level pond/pool/water feature right in front of the restaurant...behind that bush was a big ol' anchor in the middle of the pool.  Will liked it.  He wanted to bring it home with us.

 This was the entrance to the main lobby from the main pool.  The restaurant we always ate at is the the left, the wine bar is to the right.

 I have issues with drainage in my legs when sitting and contorting my face in front of a camera.  Sorry.

 Another perfect ending to another perfect day in paradise!