Three years and one world-wide pandemic later, I find myself once again in Cabo San Lucas with Curtis and Kristen. We wanted to take a relaxing early winter vacation and chose Cabo because, while the diving wasn’t spectacular, the town was a lot of fun and we wanted to spend more time exploring it.
The travel portion of the trip went smoothly, and we officially began our vacation at the airport bar while waiting for our shuttle.
For this trip, we rented a condo at Terrasol. It has a kitchen, which is great for those of us who can’t be bothered to forage the town for breakfast every morning. The first thing I did was inadvertently lock the safe without setting a code. Fortunately it was empty. I left it as a problem for future Jill, as ain’t nobody got time to deal with safes when there was shopping to be done.
The first item on the agenda was to do a little grocery shopping. Curtis stayed back to nap while Kristen and I hit the town. Unfortunately Google maps lied and there wasn’t a market across from the condo. As we were walking aimlessly down the street, a bicycle taxi pulled up and we gladly accepted a ride to the Selecto Super Chedraui, or as our driver called it, Mexican Walmart. After one small detour to his brother’s jewelry store and a polite decline from Kristen, we arrived at the store and went to work filling our cart.
One thing I vividly remembered about this city is that everything is somehow uphill both ways. Literally. Not wanting to lug two grocery bags all the way back to Terrasol (note to self: add reusable shopping bags to every future packing list), we hailed an Uber. The price had gone up from 45 pesos three years ago to 89 pesos. Still, for less than $5 one can hardly complain. Besides, it was cheaper than the bike taxi and had less detours.
After putting away the groceries and enjoying some charcuterie snacks (yeah, we bougie like that), we chillaxed in the room before heading out to dinner. We didn’t really have a plan so we started walking. After looking at some restaurants we passed and tossing out some favorite options from last time, we found ourselves standing outside of InVita Bistro. Since it was possibly our favorite restaurant from the last trip, we decided to give it a go. I ordered a seafood linguine (as recommended by our waiter, Eduardo), tiramisu, and cappuccino. Eduardo indulged us in a tiny shot of limoncello after dinner that he made himself. The restaurant did not disappoint, and I would definitely eat there again.
We walked back to Terrasol after dinner, uphill both ways. I can tell I’m not as in shape as I was three years ago, that’s for sure. I’m glad I brought my lacrosse balls so I can mobilize and hopefully not pop a baby cow. I’m ready to crawl in bed and excited that I don’t have to set an alarm.