Our last full day in Mexico.
All Clint wanted to do on this trip was surf...however that didn't pan out too well. He was fighting a sinus/ear infection since we arrived, so he was waiting for that to pass. With our last full day here, the plan was to drive to Cerritos Beach (on the Pacific side of Cabo) where the surf was better. The surf report that morning changed our plans, so we set out to do some more snorkeling (yay!).
We headed east and pulled off the freeway when we saw the first beach sign. The road to the ocean was extremely bumpy, we were sure glad we opted for the Jeep over the sedan. We finally reached Playa Vuido, and practically had the place to ourselves. This was our favorite beach of the trip, the water and sand looked so pretty.
We set up our towels, grabbed the cooler from the car, and soaked up the sun. We enjoyed the nice day drinking beers on the beach and going for a swim.
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| Pacificos on the Pacific |
Since the water was a little rough for snorkeling, we packed up and headed a little further down to Santa Maria, which is a well-known bay that is a little calmer. As soon as we got there, there were a couple snorkel cruise boats anchored and quite a few people out in the water. The beach was more crowded as well, and the Mexican vendors were out.
We found a good spot, and I headed to the water with my snorkel gear. Plans changed when I crushed my toe into a rock on the beach. It wasn't even a big rock. I noticed right away that I gouged it pretty good and it was starting to bleed. There was even remnants of my pink toe nail polish still on the rock. I hobbled back to my towel and pouted while Clint took the snorkel gear and left me.
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| first look - not so bad |
I drug myself to the shore and soaked my toe in the cool salt water. It was starting to feel better and not bleed anymore. When Clint got back, I decided I wasn't gonna miss out and joined the rest of the snorkelers. I'm glad I did, because this was the best underwater scenery ever! So many fish, and so many different colors. One guy even had some Doritos that he was sprinkling in the water and the fish were practically attacking him. They were everywhere! Very cool.
With my toe throbbing at this point, we thought it was best to go back. Once at the condo, my toe was getting a little worse so I covered it with a bandaid. We then made a pitcher of margaritas and took them down to our beach. I sat in the shade (had gotten a little sunburnt) while Clint grabbed every last bit of Vitamin D he could before we were completely shaded.
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| don't waste the sunlight! |
I started to notice that there were tiny shells in the sand where I was sitting, and started a little collection on the corner of my towel.
Then I got possessed! The shells were everywhere once you started looking, and I couldn't stop collecting them. I limped around the beach with my bum toe collecting handfuls at a time. I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do with all of them (yes, I brought them home), but I was pretty sure at the time I needed to have them.
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| a little overboard |
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| me and all my hard work |
The sun was setting, so we packed up and I took my treasures back to the condo. I had received an email from the owner saying he had one of his other units available for us to look at if we wanted. The renters had just left, and the cleaners hadn't come yet, but he gave us the lockbox code to check it out. It was on the top floor and had an even more amazing view than ours. The condo itself was quite a bit smaller, so I think we decided we liked ours the best (in case we come back).
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| view from the top floor condo |
Back at our place, I noticed my toe feeling a little worse. I pulled off the bandaid and was shocked. It was completely swollen and turned purple! I was convinced it was broken (Clint was too), but there's not much you can do for that. Luckily, over the next couple days it started to look better, and even now it's only a little sore when I try to move it.
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| beginning to bruise, it got worse |
We heated up some taco leftovers for dinner. We also tried to finish off the rest of the food we had gotten for the week since we would be leaving in the morning. Clint stomached some more meatloaf and potatoes (not sure why or how), and the tub of ice cream was gone pretty quick too. That night was a double feature (oh boy!), King Arthur and Geronimo...again, not my favorites, but entertaining enough.
The next morning we begrudgingly got out of bed knowing we'd have to check out and head home. I made us some more breakfast burritos using up the last of our food, and packed some snacks for the flight home. We got the condo cleaned up, our bags packed, and said goodbye to our home for the past week.
We loaded up the Jeep and drove to San Jose again. We stopped at a little market to pick up some trinkets and souvenirs, and probably paid way too much for them, oh well. Next we drove around the back roads and found a couple torillarias. The first to get corn, and then a second for flour. We watched them making the tortillas right there, and the bags we took with us were still warm. They were even still warm when I unpacked them at home that night!
We then drove out towards the airport, but made one last stop for lunch. We found a little hole in the wall restaurant run by a husband, wife, and their two daughters. The food was pretty delicious, but we were a little worried about getting sick. At least we'd be home once it hit. Fortunately, us gringos lucked out.
After lunch, we returned the rental car, headed to the airport, and said goodbye to Cabo. We had such an amazing time, I'm already looking forward to going back!