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| Los Cabos, Mexico. I generally shun the sun and all things sun-related (e.g. the beach, nature, outdoors), so vacationing in this sunny paradise definitely placed me outside of my element. But I think I managed to blend in with the other bronzed beauties basking on the beach . . . shielded underneath my umbrella, coated in SPF 45. |
| La Playa |
| Not to be outdone by the throngs of honeymooners, Linda and I wanted to get in on this whole memorializing-our-presence-in-the-sand action, too. |
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| The natural beauty of the beach was very inspirational, evoking strong emotions and images in the face of the vast waters. I was reminded of how man is only a small part of an elaborate creation, of the endless possibilities that the world offers, but most importantly, of the famous running scenes in "Baywatch." This photo was supposed to be a "Baywatch" photo of Linda running to the rescue. Unfortunately, a large wave came close to knocking her down, so rather than depicting "dauntless courage," this photo ended up capturing "abject terror." |
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| Here we are on Lover's Beach (a.k.a. Playa de Amor--yes, while in Mexico, I expanded my Spanish vocabulary beyond my default phrase, "No es bueno."). It's supposed to be really romantic and pretty, but my expression might suggest otherwise. But maybe that's just my own personal commentary on lovers and their beaches. |
| Apparently, the mood of Lover's Beach captivated some more than others. |
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| Yes, I realize I'm as pasty as a Brit in winter. Thank you, SPF 45. |
| Here we are mountain climbing. Just ignore the fact that no picture shows our feet actually above the ground. But mountain climbing is nothing new for the two of us. Here we are (far right) on a Canadian mountain, where I seem to be suffering from a mild form of gigantism.. |
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| La Comida |
| For some reason, I wasn't able to get my Hagan-Daaz ice cream to do what it did for those people in the picture. |
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| Chocolate-flavored animals seemed to be the trend for Mexican candies. |
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| While I had reservations, nothing stopped Linda from enjoying her chocolate frog. |
| Chocolate flavored chickens. The box reads "chocolate flavored covering with cereal corn or rice." Couldn't they just choose one and go with it? |
| Think what you want about NAFTA, but no one can really argue against the proliferation of Jewish delis and DQs in developing countries. |
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| La Cultura |
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| Iglesia San Jose is in the center of town. The tile mural that hangs over the church's entrance depicts a captured priest being dragged to the fire by three Indians. Who needs church greeters when you have a friendly welcoming like that? |
| I bought a beach bag in San Lucas. It looks like it's just a deer in the forest, but closer inspection reveals a deer with the head of Frida, pierced in the side with arrows. It just screamed "beach bag" to me. |
| El Hotel |
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| Our room had a great view of the sea. The middle picture is a view from our balcony. The far right picture is a view from our balcony if our hotel was, say, on Mars. |
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| While not holding as much cultural signficance as the Catholic church and Frida, it was my first time to be in Mountain Standard Time zone (thus, the flashing of the "M"). |
| Things not pictured: --The lady who sold us shuttle tickets to San Jose, who wasn't very amused by our rendition of "Do you know the way to San Jose? La, la, la-la, laaa." I'm guessing she gets that all the time. --The spa worker who instructed me to disrobe entirely, even though I was just there for a facial. Is this normal? --Pictures of us trying to reinact "Little Mermaid" scenes on the beach. The pictures ended up more "SI" than "Disney." Not appropriate website material. --The man whom I kicked in the side while trying to hop onto a moving boat (think: pommel horse). I apologized profusely, but I think we were all impressed (myself, included) by my newly discovered gymnastic abilities. |
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| Shopping for tchotchkes. |
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| My view from the shade. Oh, beloved shade. |