Day Four Didn't Suck, Either

Mexican Sunrise.


Day numero four started with a few miles on the treadmill, then shoulders and abs with Wilberforce at the gym.  I took the above photo after our gym sesh...if you're not working out before sunrise, you've overslept.  Fact.

I typically do not see palm trees out the window when I finish my treadmill run.  I see neighbors' homes.  And sometimes snow.  Mountains.  No palm trees.  

 We hit the beach for a cool down walk before we went to breakfast.

 Back double bicep and lots of sweat.  (W and I watched the Mr. Olympia competition a couple weekends ago...we are now in the habit of naming our poses like they do in the competition.  We are body building wanna-bes.)

 Boom.  I don't think there is a technical name for this pose.  We call it the DLB because Dana Lyn Bailey is the first one I saw do it.  And she's a beast.  Google her.  Or look her up on YouTube, if you happen to be more of a YouTuber than a Googler.

 Breakfast menu.  Espanol and English.

 Wilberforce swears a bird ran into his sunglasses while they were on his face and cracked the frame.  The birds were very...friendly.   I had him try on my sunglasses to see if they looked okay incase his lens fell out of his broken glasses and I needed to use my backup pair.

 He looks like a creepy cop.

Sunnies and coffee.  What life in Cabo is made of.

 The waiter always brought us a basket of toast and a couple different pastries.  These muffins were like little morsels of heaven.

 You don't get a stick of butter.  Or a slice of butter.  You get little pretty flowers of butter.  They even had paprika butter one morning.

 Look, Dad!  Jellies!  Little jars of jelly!  Almost like Mrs Mom's...except in Mexico.

 Mmmmm.  Muffins.  Mexican muffins.  Mexican muffins in the morning.  Marvelous.

 I present to you - Marvelous Morning Mexican Muffins!

 Every single morning, one of us ordered an egg white omelet with a side of asparagus and mushrooms.  I ordered mine with extra egg whites.  Wilberforce ordered his with sides of bacon or sausage.

 But man cannot live on protein alone.

Man needs carbs.

Man needs pancake carbs.

 See W's bacon there?  Also, that bowl of ranchero sauce made his morning every day, I'm pretty sure.

 Ranchero Sauce and the beach.  That's all he needs.  And bacon.


I just need the beach.

The beach was a tricky bugger.  The waves would roll in so nicely.  We would creep up and stand in the ankle-deep water.

Then BAM!  Big wave.

 And suddenly you were thigh-deep in water, trying to keep your balance as the water rushed back into the ocean.

I had visions of jelly fish wrapping themselves around my legs as the wave rolled back out.  Always one to fear the worst.

Pretty sure I've heard stories of sharks biting people in knee deep water.  Just throwin' that out there.

I wasn't the only one fooled by the waves.  See Wilber?

 Yay!  We're bein fun!  Taking silly pictures!

 WTF?  Why so much water???

 Tricky ocean.

 Yes, the water really is that blue.  Dad.  I heard you have suspicions about the blue water on Survivor.

 Sarah Jessica Parker ran over to ask if we wanted her to take a picture of us.   We said why yes, Sarah Jessica Parker, we would love you to take our picture. 

 And so she did.

She wasn't really Sarah Jessica Parker.  But she looked just like her and sounded just like her.

Unless she's cheating on Ferris Bueller with an old man with a belly.  I know this because I asked if she would like her picture taken, so she yelled at her husband to get off his beach chair and come take a picture.  They were cute.


We kept walking along the beach after running into Sarah Jessica Parker.   I saw a couple walking towards us.  The wife had a camera hanging around her neck, so I asked if they would like their picture taken.  They did.  So I did.

Pay if forward, people.  The universe will send good vibes your way.  In the form of a Luxury Suite, hopefully.

I'll give you twenty bucks if you can guess what we did the rest of the morning.

The correct answer is:  sat by the pool. 

I also took a nap for a little while.  I opened my eyes and this was my exact view.

We changed it up for lunch and headed down to the beachside restaurant.

 W made monkey faces, cause that's what he does.

 I wore my hat, cause that's what I do.

 The resort offers private dining on the beach for supper for a small additional charge.

 Small charge of $375.  And I'm not talkin' pesos, amigo.

No gracias.  I'll eat lunch on the beach for free. 

My salad.  Just the appetizer.

 W's tuna salad appetizer with about four pounds of delicious tuna on it.

 My main course was the catch of the day over veggies.  Mmmmm.

 W had fish tacos.  This was his absolute most favorite meal while we were in Mexico.  He's a fish taco fan.

 After lunch we headed back to the pool.

We determined the absolute best way to spend our last night in Mexico was to order food to our room, relax in the jacuzzi with some wine, the sunset, and the view.  Milk that Luxury Suite for all it was worth.

We lounged in our robes and suits while waiting for our food to arrive.

But what do you do when you can decide which meal you want for your last dinner?

You order five meals.  And eat them all. 

Stuffed Portabella Salad.

 Flounder Stuffed with Vegetable Mousse

 Goat Cheese Salad with Pistachio Vinaigrette.

 Herb Seasoned Tuna over Vegetable Mousse...hold the Cous Cous.

 Surf and Turf.

 You know what else was stuffed?

Manda and Wilberforce.

But we ate every single bite.  And drank three mini bottles of wine from our not so mini fridge.  Because we can.  And we did.

We soaked in the view and the fact we had just had the best honeymoon ever in Mexico.

 Then the full moon showed up and we soaked that up too.  Like happy little sponges.  In our Luxury Suite Infinity Jacuzzi.