Thursday afternoon around 5 I headed to the bus station and headed up to Mexico City where we would be staying for the night before our flight the next morning.
I was restricted from going to Mexico City any earlier because Dan actually refused me access to the city of 20 million on account of the fact that he had to have a day date with a girl he had met a couple weeks before (he lost a couple man points when I discovered that their "awesome day" consisted of a sushi lunch, a cup of tea, and a walk in a park but would redeem himself in Cabo).
After meeting up at the hotel we went to a very upscale area called Condesa for some drinks (at a beautiful rooftop bar overlooking all of Mexico City) and dinner (at a great restaurant with very tasty fried banana slices and large steaks).
Afterwards mom and dad took a cab home and Dan and I went to sample the local flavor. After an absolutely horrific band, way too many offers for cab rides to a gentleman's club, some co-eds with really phenomenal personalities, a suspect congregation of a motorcycle gang, and late night tacos we too headed back chomping at the bit to hit the beach.
We woke up Friday and had a very good breakfast (first time since arrival I had something other than scrambled eggs with various meats or quesadillas) and hopped on our plane.
The flight was a lot of fun as my plan to get a window seat by myself to get a head start on babe watch before arrival backfired a bit but landed me next to two older men who turned out to be interesting cardiovascular doctors.
Flying over Cabo was also very cool since the peninsula is made up of a beautiful coastline which immediately gives way to an enormous desert with tons of mountains.
Getting to the hotel was problem free and our arrival was quite grand. The hotel was beautiful and once we had worked out the extra cost per night for the ocean front and extra bed room upgrade Dan had negotiated earlier that week (all the while trying to distract Mr. Courtnall) we headed up to the suite.
It was absolutely gorgeous with a fourth floor view of the ocean, pool, and amazing rock structures that make up part of the coast line. Inside was beautiful as well and we were set for a weekend living as kings.
We passed the afternoon at the beach (crystal clear waters with white sands) and pool (pool side bar with the bar stools in the water, just what the doctor ordered).
That evening we had snacks and margaritas on the balcony (personally prepared by professionals in dashing attire) and then headed out for dinner.
We were supposed to go to a very nice lobster restaurant but instead decided to go with the taxi drivers recommendation ("best typical seafood in the area, can't beat it") and wound up at a bit of touristy joe's crab shack type of deal where the wine menu consisted of them bringing out their 2 bottles. Dan was a bit distraught with the entire situation but after eating a lobster and a half he seemed to recover just fine.
From there we strolled down for mojitos at a restaurant on the Cabo marina (there might have been a peso or two worth of boats moored, yikes).
Afterwards Dan and I went for an educational experience at the Cabo Tequila Museum which just happens to serve drinks (though the waitress in the kitty cat ears and bizarre pink mini skirt seemed to be a few tacos short of a full platter and we had a really interesting concoction or two).
We then checked out a bit of the night life including a trip to El Squid Roe Cabo's premier bar with three levels of madness, hundreds of tables and booths built to be danced upon, free popcorn (though the bouncers didn't exactly condone the ensuing popcorn battle), and some very enthusiastic clients.
Saturday started out much the same as Friday with lots of pool and beach time.
Dan and I also took a stroll down from our hotel to see some of the excitement that was going on closer to town.
There were some good beach competitions sponsored by the restaurants and way too many jet ski offers before we wandered in to The Hacienda resort complete with a beach side restaurant and ocean front row of 7 million dollar homes. Seeing as it was such a nice place I was absolutely shocked they were giving their food away at about 12 to 15 pesos a dish (about a dollar) before I realized we weren't in Cholula anymore and those were US dollars.
After having the best nachos in Mexico we headed back and met Mr. and Mrs. Courtnall for a water taxi ride out to see the rock formations. They were absolutely enormous and with our glass bottom boat and clear waters we were able to see tons of fishes and pelicans as we got closer to some of the submerged rocks.
Coming around the bend we found a rock full of seals and then the famous Arco de San Cabos surrounded by a bit of sand called Lover's Beach (though Dan and I were sure that name followed whatever beach we were frequenting).
After a good look around there we headed back for another balcony session, sampled some interesting wine, and then went to the adjoining resort for an scrumptious dinner of calamari soup and great steaks.
From there Dan and I headed out again for a fun night. Conversations ran a little long, but fortunately we were able to catch the sun rise on the way back which is always a plus.
After not quite making it to brunch with mom and dad at 10, we got up and said a very sad good bye to them. They were absolutely wonderful for the 2 weekends I was able to spend with them and I am very sad that we won't be spending time together again any time soon (but you have to love another reason to visit Sydney).
Dan and I weren't flying out until 5 so we got a chance to get back to the beach. Hurricane Rick was due to arrive the next day so the waves were enormous and by far the biggest I had ever experienced.
After requesting to share a taxi with other guests we were called while back in the room and told we had 5 minutes which resulted in the fastest shower pack job in the history of Cabo vacations. We hopped on the taxi van expecting to find an angry family who had to wait but instead had two "gnarly" Californian guys who didn't seem to mind especially when we told them we both studied in Australia.
At the airport we figured the adventure was over but after finding out the duty free shop gives free sips of all their liquors we had a huge party complete with some fancy salsa dancing with the entire store staff before hopping on the plane.
Still not done, we boarded the plane behind two younger ladies from Los Angeles who didn't strike us as the brightest bulbs in the bunch. They didn't understand the concept of assigned seating so when they turned to us to ask where they should sit I volunteeered the open seats 8A and 8B figuring it would be rather humorous to watch from our seats as the actual owners of the seats made them move. As luck would have it, as soon as they sat down I checked my ticket only to realize I had given away my own seat and Dan and I were relegated to the very last row of the plane.
Fortunately the stewardess crew was splendid and we had a ball turning the back of the plane into a circus of jokes, songs, and compliments in our practically fluent spanish.
After landing we cruised home in a bus to finish up what I would absolutely rank as my best weekend in Mexico so far. Fortunately with the departure for Playa del Carmen looming less than 4 days away, the transition from paradise to the real world (or as real as study abroad in Cholula gets) wasn't too bad at all.
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