Every day in Cabo, I sit either out on the balcony or poolside and read through chapters of The Paris Wife or write for a few hours. Such freedom is new to me, especially since I haven’t been able to write creatively for months. Sometimes, as I sit typing about Opal or read about Hemingway, I can catch sight of whales by boats in the sea. This vacation has been absolutely perfect and well-timed. I think it’s the first time I sincerely have no desire to go home after a vacation.
For the past few days, we’ve hardly done anything, and that’s been the best way to relax. We either sit out by the beach or on our balcony, sometimes taking trips in the mornings or evenings. Yesterday morning, we took a kayak trip out to El Arco, the trademark sight of Cabo San Lucas, and went snorkeling in one of the coves. It was probably one of the most relaxing kayaking trips I’ve taken, and inspired me to even try kayaking more in Vermont. At one point, we went out to a rock, where we could see several sea lions, barking and jumping in and out of the water. By the time we got back to shore, my arms were fairly sore, and I was tanner than I had ever been (yes, even I tan), but I felt so at ease.
A few days ago, we drove up to a local ranch about forty minutes out of Cabo San Lucas, and went horseback riding on the nearby trails and beach. It was my first time on a horse, but a million times better than those camels we had ridden in the Sahara. But regardless, I always get stuck with the most feisty animal. In Merzouga, my camel nearly threw me off. Here, my horse—whose name was very fittingly “Flies”—kept stopping in the middle of trails and occasionally weaving away from the group. At the end of the trip, Flies was so sick of me, he started full out sprinting toward the ranch, and I was sure that was the end of everything. But aside of Flies’ episodes, horseback riding, after a while, became serene. We took trails behind the ranch, where cacti sprung up from the ground, surrounded by all sorts of rubbish, like tires or horse bones (blech). Because of the gloomy skies, it all felt a little eerie, but exciting nonetheless. We finally made it up to a rock overlooking the landscape, where the wind blew ferociously and you could see miles and miles away. And it made me think of how much of a perfect place this would have been to just relax and get away, kind of in the way I use Overlook Park during the summer. Afterwards, we walked along the sea on the beach, alone except for a woman doing yoga. When we returned to the ranch about two hours later, I suddenly regretted having never tried horseback riding in Vermont (okay, so I was close to it once, but I chickened out).
One of the best parts of our trip has been the resort, which is so spread out that we have to take golf carts to go from point A to point B. But because of its size, there’s always some quiet, secluded place to go and explore, and everything faces the ocean. Our first day here, we discovered some large rocks that were the homes of tens of thousands of black crabs. And although being there was slightly creepy, it was a sight that I haven’t really ever seen. Otherwise, when I’m not exploring, I find food to eat, which is the best use of time. And Mexico really knows its food.
Today’s our last full day here, and then it’s back to the dreary, cold weather in Vermont. The good news is that March is almost here, which means spring is just around the corner. Like I said before, I started writing a story again, and I’m actually fairly far, so maybe I’ll post that in a bit. Happy almost March, and stay warm!