No alarms were set for Tuesday morning because we cancelled our last day of diving. Despite unlimited sleeping time, I was still awake at 7:00 am. Curtis, Kristen, and I enjoyed our free breakfast once again. Today’s menu item was an omelet with spicy queso sauce.
After breakfast Kristen and I ventured to Oxxo for some more room beverages and snacks, and to get change for tips. We successfully got snacks, but forgot to ask for the change in small bills. We scrounged up enough pesos for housekeeping before venturing into town.
The plan was to exchange $100 for pesos to use for tips and various small purchases, but the exchange place didn’t open until 10:30 am, so we walked to Cabo Sailing to book a sunset cruise for the following evening. Then, because the day was still early, we walked to Dock F to see where we had to go for the cruise. Pretty straight forward.
We continued walking through the marina. Plenty of fancy boats to look at. There were restaurants and shops, sidewalk vendors selling hats and jewelry, and cigars, and weed. Basically people yelled at us the entire time. When we reached the far side of the marina we were parched, so we stopped at a restaurant for refreshments and guacamole.
When we were done, we had to walk allllllll the way whence we came. The sun was hot. The breeze was practically non-existent. It was a bazillionty degrees outside. We stopped at the exchange place and ended up just breaking a $100 bill into $5 bills. It was a trek to the dive shop to retrive our dive gear. From there we took an Uber back to the hotel.
In the afternoon I tried to enjoy pool time but was feeling restless. Also there’s no poolside bar and restaurant, and I’m spoiled. I tried to nap, but I was too restless for that as well. So I killed some time by blogging.
For dinner we decided to eat at Taqueria El Zarape, on recommendation of both Sanne and Juan. It was in town past the marina, which seemed impossible to walk at this point of the day, so we took another Uber.
Ubers here seem to be 45 pesos no matter where in town you go, which is approximately $2.31 USD. It seems ridiculously cheap, so we’ve been tipping the drivers $5, which is more than the cost of the ride. They don’t seem to mind.
We weren’t sure which menu item it was that Sanne and Juan had talked about, so we ended up ordering tacos Al Pastor, chicken tacos, and queso fundito to share. Kristen and I thought the tacos were great. Curtis was unimpressed.
After dinner we started walking and then quickly realized we wanted to be nowhere near the area we were in. We had found ourselves in party central. Restaurants had flashing lights and dance music blaring. We kept walking in hopes of finding a quiet, convenient place for an Uber to pick us up. By the time we were somewhere we felt comfortable, I pulled up the map only to realize we weren’t very far from our hotel. I guess we walked so much that morning that we thought the restaurant was farther away.
Because we were so close, we decided to continue to walk back to the hotel and stop for ice cream. After a brief argument about where the ice cream shop was located and a brief consultation with Google Maps (I am so turned around here. It seems the windy roads all lead in the same direction), I conceded to Kristen’s directional abilities and we continued.
When we entered, the ice cream lady asked us in Spanish if it was our first time here, to which I replied sí. Then she started explaining the menu in Spanish and as hard as I tried to follow along, she noticed the blank expressions on Kristen’s and my faces and immediately started speaking English. I ordered a cone with chocolate abuelita ice cream. It was muy deliciosa.