Boy do I have some stories for you! First let me say I am so thankful we were able to take a trip like this together, and overall our vacation in Cabo gave us the opportunity to connect in ways we could not have predicted. We are blessed!
Tropical vacations for fair-skinned individuals like myself involve freckles populating my entire body to the point that, from about 100 yards away, it resembles a tan-like appearance. Here I am prior to leaving Chicago. We haven’t even left the country and this is the deepest tan I will have. It’s a spray tan.
After getting through the maze of the airport and heaving our travel-weary bodies into a taxi, we made it. The resort was good. Not excellent, but I’m not going to be the booger in the punch bowl on this.
We were at a resort in Cabo. Enough said.
Things were going great. As soon as we checked into the hotel we made our way to the pool and immediately met 2 couples that were staying at our same resort. They were also from Ohio and had that Midwestern warmth we love so much! These Toledo-ians were Paul and Becky, and Dennis and Joyce.
Dennis and Joyce have been vacationing in Cabo for about 4 years now and had a lot of tips they were more than happy to share with us. “SKY AUCTION DOT COM!” Dennis kept telling us. It started as a mere suggestion, but soon became the topic of every third conversation. Dennis was only trying to help us plan our future vacations, but this guy should seriously get paid royalties from skyauction.com for as much as he promotes it. We found out later Dennis may or may not have gotten kicked out of a time share presentation because he talked about it so much.
After chatting with our new Cabo/Ohio BFF’s for a while, we decided to go to dinner with them at a local place called Maro’s. It’s in downtown Cabo and is not someplace we would have ever found without their guidance. At Maro’s we feasted on Mexican fare at a price suited for American tourists. We also couldn’t resist getting their signature drink, a Beer-garita. It was a great little place with an even better atmosphere.
Apparently we weren’t as “in” with the local crowd as we thought, because we discovered these hanging on the wall around the corner from our table.
After dinner we walked the streets, stopping to pet the lizard, and ended at our destination Cabo Blue. Cabo Blue is an outdoor sports bar, complete with a projection screen on the side of a wooden building showing the current game/contest/fight.
Saturday night it happened to be boxing.
The four of us found a large table and ordered drinks while Matt and Paul found a small cigar shop to peruse. Matt and Paul returned with their purchases and Matt handed me my cigar. We do not regularly smoke cigars, but it is a guilty pleasure that we enjoy from time to time. And when is a better time to indulge in a guilty pleasure than on vacation?!
Light that thing, babe!
I wasn’t but 5 puffs into my cigar and zero sips into my beer when I knew I needed to stop smoking and drinking. My head was spinning and I was most definitely out of it. I excused myself to use the restroom, but as soon as I walked in, I turned around and walked back out. That’s the last thing I remember until I woke back up to the sound of people yelling my name and asking me all kinds of questions at the same time.
I completely passed out after coming out of the bathroom. It’s ok though, luckily my skull took the fall for me. Dennis told me later it sounded like a melon was smashed on the pavement when I fell.
Even writing that makes me nauseous all over again.
When I awoke, there were people yelling questions from all angles. “WHAT IS YOUR NAME?! WHERE ARE YOU?! WHAT DAY IS IT?! WHAT’S YOUR HUSBAND’S NAME?!” Even if I hadn’t just suffered an excruciating fall I would want to punch all of these people in the face. My current state made the later impossible, so I just laid there like the slug I was and thankfully blurted out the appropriate answers.
After a short time I asked to sit up. This position lasted approximately 15 seconds before I needed to lay back down again.
I could hear ambulance sirens in the background.
The next thing I knew I felt myself getting strapped onto a gurney and a brace being secured around my neck.
And off we went!
I will spare you the details of my ultimately humiliating ambulance ride, as this must remain on a need to know basis. Grin.
We arrived at the hospital to a very friendly doctor who spoke English very well. His attempts to joke with us while I was in and out of consciousness were interrupted occasionally by his Metallica ringtone. Was this really happening??
After receiving 2 IV bags of fluids, we were told I would be admitted for the night and given another bag of fluids. So there we were. Matt; our Metallica-loving, English-speaking doctor; the Spanish-only speaking, nodding and smiling nurse; and me. Just the four of us. In the whole hospital.
The next morning, after some outside assistance, we were discharged and released back into our Mexican paradise.
And our vacation resumed.