I’m back. I’m sunburned. I’m still hungover from one too many tequila shots at Cabo Wabo. And because I have been habitating at a swim-up bar instead of my cozy kitchen, I have no recipes to share with you. There’s nothing occupying my mind but a sunny beach, a tepid infinity pool, sand in places where sand should never be, and a list of things I loved and loathed about a little town south of the border.
I loved, and will forever be indebted to:
- Road sodas.
- Golf cart sodas.
- Taxi cab sodas.
- Pool sodas.
- Ocean sodas.
- How all my Spanish vocabulary came back to me after imbibing all of these “sodas.”
- Food smothered in melted cheese.
- Pepto Bismol.
- Fresh, fresher-than-fresh, freshity-fresh seafood.
- Chicklet kids.
- 80 degrees in the shade.
- Swim-up bars.
- Miami Vices.
- Celebrity sitings (especially of the D-list variety).
- Celebrity look-alike sitings (especially of the D-list variety).
- My tan. And the way it makes me look 5 pounds thinner, if you don’t look at the parts that look more like a tomato than a human.
I loathed, and have purchased voodoo dolls to torture:
- Cab drivers drinking road sodas.
- No functioning seat belts in any vehicle, especially vehicles being driven by cab drivers drinking road sodas.
- Frat boys. And their hangers-on.
- Old fisherman who think they are frat boys. And their hangers-on (body odor, logo hats, pickup lines from 1976).
- Food covered in melted Velveeta.
- Very un-fresh seafood.
- Chicklets kids who tried to steal my wallet.
- 95 degrees in the shade.
- Bargaining for the price of water. Bargaining for the price of sunscreen. Bargaining for the price of beer. Bargaining for the price I can pay you to get you out of my face with your cases full of crap.
- My painful sunburn.
- That last tequila shot. It was a doosey.
I’m off to sort through pictures, spend about a year kissing little bear and Husband, and get cooking in the kitchen. I’ll be back at you soon with some brand new posts that will make you very, very hungry for Mexican food.
Hasta mañana, mis amigos fabulosos.