The first thing that hits you is the warmth seeping in
through the front exit hatch.
“Exit Hatch”…that’s airplane talk for “front door”.
The not as cheerful as she started, flight attendant, gives
you the perfunctory, “Bye bye…enjoy your
stay in Cabo” and without even realizing it, you've slipped out of winter and
donned your summer skin.
Sure, there’s something about standing atop those tall
stairs, peering out over the tarmac that impels you to do your best Richard
Nixon waving to the masses impression, but still…it’s warm, it’s almost
hot…it’s suddenly summer…in January!
So much so that you want to immediately spread a towel out
right there on the sizzling concrete and never leave.
Surprisingly, customs is a pretty quick process, which
basically consists of a nice Mexican official waving you over with the wiggle
of two fingers. You present your passport, follow directions to spin around 360
degrees on one leg, then before you know it, the official is spitting on your
shoes and telling you to “Move along
muchacho…there is much work to be done.”
If you’re lucky, at this point, your significant other will
soon realize that her slightly confused and jetlagged compadre, wandered onto
the wrong line—again—and will quickly hustle you off the back of the truck,
where you have already made several acquaintances and dinner plans for later in
the week.
“But we were going guava picking!” one might exclaim.
But that would be “one”…not necessarily me.
Eventually, “one”, including me, finds their way through the
terminal and over to the proper representative of the car service that was hired to drive the 40 minutes or so to the
hotel.
One of the things you learn very quickly about Mexico, and
are actually warned about, by the Mexicans themselves, is that the national
pastime is hustling and outright lying to tourists.
I know that might sound somewhat politically incorrect as an
insensitive blanket statement to make, but—unfortunately—
it’s true.
In fact the car service sent an e-mail before we even left
home warning us to absolutely not
speak to anyone, no matter what they
tell us, until we found them—our real car service amigos--outside the terminal,
on the walkway, holding a sign with our name on it…or at least a version of our
name.
And even with all of that, I still found myself so convinced
by the veracity of these people that I nearly signed us up for a free ride into
town on the back of a burro, and a two week time share, in January, for the next
three decades.
Luckily…again…something is tugging at me, that just doesn’t
feel right, so I respectfully decline the burro and the time share, although I
have to admit, even now, it still sounds like a pretty good deal.
We finally run the gauntlet of “nuestros nuevo amigos” and find our “verdadero motor” where Z finally feels
secure enough to release her grip and stops tugging at the back of my collar.
And from there on, it was smooth sailing because our real
driver, had not one but two Burros, waiting for us, which made the trip that
much more pleasant than the one burro offers we fended off inside.
What…you think this caballero just hopped off of the guava
truck?
Well, yeah I guess I did, actually.
But even so.
Before we knew it, we found ourselves checking into our
fancy hotel, and collecting our key card, ready to meet up with Z’s sister K and
husband John, and hit the pool.
At that point, the friendly hotel concierge then sauntered
over to us and insisted on giving us a complimentary hosing to remove the trail
dust from our pores, along with the assorted cacti that were embedded in our
hair. She then insisted we sit down with her, for just a minute—or 20— so she
could fill us in on all of the free hotel amenities they had to offer, including
a deluxe breakfast buffet, where another nice hotel representative, would join
us in the morning to tell us all about the wonderful opportunities we would have
to purchase one of their…you guessed it…time shares.
And it was all absolutely free, except for the 20
dollar deposit they required to “hold our spot”.
Mexico…who would have thought.
So friendly, everybody
wants to share their time with you….
Next up…” Cavorting in Cabo” .
cheers!
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