Quivira
Part 1
The morning was cold and drizzled as we awaited the arrival of our car service, which would drive us to the International Bridge, which connects San Diego to Tijuana. The ride was easy, and soon, we were walking into Mexico. People were friendly and helpful, and while waiting for our flight to Cabo, we ordered Chinese food from Panda Express.
The employees of our Mexican airline, Volarus, were friendly and helpful, although the plane had seen better days. We experienced drama halfway through the flight when the man in the row in front of us began gagging and passed out. I thought he was gone, but he soon regained consciousness, and the plane’s staff provided oxygen to him. He walked off the plane in Cabo. He had a history of heart problems.
Vicki’s brother, Michael, drove us through town to the resort complex, Quivira, where he lives. Entering the city of Cabo reminded me of Lima, Peru, with its miles of makeshift shanties where the poor live. We passed many bars and restaurants as we drove through the city center. Some were fashionable, while others were honky-tonk spots appealing to the college crowd. In just a couple of blocks, we saw ten pharmacies. Why? You can buy many drugs here over the counter without a prescription. Want Valium? Viagra? No problem!
Michael and Sue live in a mammoth resort named Quivira, a few miles out of town. The complex must span thousands of acres and contains homes, condos, hotels, golf courses, multiple workout places, and a spiffy beach club. I will play golf there tomorrow.
Guac Man
Last night, we went to a restaurant downtown in the harbor. Our meals were delicious and less expensive than in San Diego. I started with a Cadillac Margarita and then a seafood enchilada. We ordered guacamole for the table, which the waiter prepared in front of us. Vicki had sea bass, which she liked.
Yesterday, we drove to Todos Santos, a coastal town about an hour’s drive from where we are staying. I have known about this town for years, as San Diegans often go there to surf or see the birthing whales. In addition, my friends Don and Jean Houts’ daughter, Jessica, and her husband have built and now operate a five-star resort there. I had seen pictures of their creation and was anxious to see it in person.
Villa Santa Cruz, Todos Santos
We drove down a dirt road from town and discovered a sprawling, beautiful complex of numerous buildings and pools. Jean calls it paradise, and she is right. The dining room wasn’t open yet, so we returned to town and ordered fish tacos at a local restaurant. They took a long time to arrive at our table, but they were delicious.
To be continued