I went to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico!
Did you know I went to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico?
I went to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico.
And it was a b s o l u t e h e a v e n.
Six of my favorite ladies, 18 swimsuits, 9 bottles of sunscreen, 12ish bottles of wine, 18 beers, zero diapers, zero husband dudes, and one bag of sketchy carrots.
(don’t ask)
What you’re about to experience is an obscene onslaught of photos, so just bear with me. I’ll keep my chatter to a minimum (fat chance), so we should fly through this memory-loaded post fairly quickly.
Speaking of fair, go ahead and apply sunscreen now. Just to be on the safe side.
Look at this view!
We pretty much gush barfed over every single detail of the home slash scenery upon arrival. We all arrived at the Cabo airport on Thursday within 45 minutes of each other (this is called Type A planning, you guys), threw our bags in the back of the shuttle, piled in, dove into a cooler of canned Mexican beer and began our 5-day party train! And by party train I mean we slept in until 7am.
This is what we did the.entire.time. Nearly no agenda, only a couple of dinner reservations as plans, and it was just magical.
We talked.
And talked.
And lounged.
And swam.
And talked.
And ate.
And lounged.
And laughed.
And soaked in the hot tub.
And laughed.
And swam.
And talked.
And ate.
And lounged.
(and drank all the rosé in all the land.)
Remember when I said the thing about rosé and the hot tub and laughing and talking? ^^
That’s Laura (my long-time bestie), and Brandy (one of the funniest people alive) giggling about how Brandy’s going to forget to have her immigration papers at the airport on the way back, and will barely be let on the plane, if not for a gentle-ish heart from the gate man. She almost got stuck in Mexico. And I mean really.
Did you know Mexico has a lot of cacti?
I feel like a troll for saying CACTI, even if it is correct. I just want to say cactus, dang it.
I looooove cactus. That little collection right there would be $15,467 at my local nursery.
The first full day we were there we took a stroll through a little neighborhood area. Of course all of us moms had to buy little Mexican dresses for our daughters and cute little Mexican instruments for our sons or else we’d fire ourselves from Motherhood.
For some absurd reason, a visit to Cabo Wabo was on the itinerary. CABO WABO. Do you know what Cabo Wabo is? It’s Sammy Hagar’s bar. All of those words just now make me want to hurl. (of course we actually had fun. I hate myself.)
(^^^That’s not Cabo Wabo, by the way. I just like its motto. Even though I hate margaritas. I’ll stop talking.)
Little colorful goodies everywhere you looked!
Yes, these are trash bins. I just found the red ones pretty. My friend Jill (who went on the trip) would say, “You guys! Bev just found beauty everywhere!”
Awww thanks, Jillian!
…wait.
I wanted all of those bags and rope chairs.
While we were down in the little neighborhood, we started walking to our dinner destination on the beach. A restaurant called The Office on the Beach. Because it’s on the beach.
But to get there we had to stop at another restaurant on the water next to pretty boats and have some wine. This is a mandatory step in making your way to dinner. You knew that, right?
There was one boat called Cat Food. HAHAHAHAHA. That was way too huge of a laugh for that sentence.
Or not huge enough?
Cat Food.
I die.
Here are some other boats on our (not-lost-at-all) walk to the restaurant. I had no idea where we were going. I just kept Snapping, clicking and walking. Sometimes that’s just what you do. (and avoid large birds flying at your head)
Then we finally found the beach! You wouldn’t think it would be so hard since Cabo IS ON THE BEACH.
So we walked.
And walked. And took our shoes off. And the water touched my feet and I screamed a little. (you know how am I about dead bodies and alligators and shark dragons.)
Little cute band singing “Endless Love” in Spanish.
Just kidding!
They were singing Taylor Swift’s “Shake It Off.”
The Office on the Beach. It was great! Lots of seafood. I had these crazy fish tacos with deliciously runny black beans and a dilly white sauce. Trés bien!
Wait, wrong country.
You think you love Mexican food? Go to Mexico. THEN YOU WILL REALLY LIKE, MEGA DIE LOVE MEXICAN FOOD.
This is darling Steph (on the left. best laugh you’ll ever hear in your life.) and precious (<-she’s going to hate that) Lacy on the right. I think Lacy’s still marveling over the fish tacos we had the night before. Or she’s just spotted an oversized dragon bird heading our way to swallow us whole.
Definitely the latter.
(By the way, Lacy was the mastermind behind this whole trip. Did 100% of the research, booked every single thing, was the rock-solid liaison between our group and all of Mexico. There were SPREADSHEETS, you guys. And she can wear animal print like a boss. Gah.)
(However, I’m still scared about what she sees that’s about to eat us.)
Did I mention we did this the whole time?
Thaaaat would be a pizza raft. And we thought the trip couldn’t get any better.
Oh! So this was cool – Sarah and I had the fun and fancy opportunity to spend an afternoon at the unbelievably posh, adults-only Pueblo Bonito Pacifica Resort. IT WAS RIDICULOUSLY NICE.
A man greets you at the entrance with a tray of mojitos. This is a good thing in life.
The resort sits right on the coast, very spacious and luxurious, just absolutely gorgeous. They’re doing some remodeling, and will have about 200 rooms come December. Right now I think they have around 150, which isn’t that much for a resort of this size. But that’s a good thing. Because the ROOMS, you guys. They’re like, little fancy apartments. With little balconies. And a beach. And mojitos.
Look at this! Isn’t that the cutest? That’s my website name in freaking pebbles. I’ve never had pebbles spell my name before. I’m a new person.
By the way! Did you know Mexico has a lot of cactusisousosusi? It does.
This little collection would be $5,294 at my local nursery.
Thaaaat would be a bar in a swimming pool. Oh, the majesty of an all-inclusive resort.
They also had beach day beds! Super sturdy, too. I wanted to cozy up next to this one couple, but they gave me stink eye once I put my bare leg on the bed.
So.
Right.
Sarah and I also got to experience THE.MOST. incredible massage of my (our) life (lives). A full hour and 20 minutes. One room. Rose petals on the beds. A tiny tray of chocolates and fruit water between us. Total couples massage. It was way romantic and we giggled probably a little bit.
Get this, during my massage my LYMPHATICS WERE DRAINED. I don’t know what lymphatics are, but they got drained and drained good. Hashtag ouch?
Sarah had the hot stone massage, and I think her core is still on fire. Is it, Sarah?
I highly recommend a visit to this exquisite resort, you guys. Your jaw won’t leave the balcony.
Thank you, Pueblo Bonito Pacifica for the hospitality and draining my lymphatics! I have a feeling we’ll be back.
Then the next day we headed to our beach! Which was a maze and a half away, but we ain’t skeered.
(I was skeered.)
Oh! Did you know that Mexico has a lot of cactusufsfsldfkjwerslsi? It does.
This collection would have been 11 trillion, 483 thousand dollars at my local nursery.
Looking at this photo, you might think the beach of Cabo (at least our area) was a gentle, baby darling of a shore.
YOU BE WRAAWNG.
The waves were enorm. Destructive. Sweeping. Terrifying. Huge NU UH.
This is Sarah, Jill and Steph, pretending they’re not at all alarmed by the death water crashes only meters away.
This is me, pretending I’m not at all petrified of the rogue wave bia that’s about to eat my whole face off.
This is Laura, who actually got FREAKING TOUCHED by a gigantic dragon wave. It threatened the bottom of her jorts and washed over the base of her camera. Yet she still looks like a National Geographic bada$$ boss woman. Of course.
Once we sissy-ed out from too many scary waves (after 15 minutes), we walked (read: sprinted in a fit of tears) back to our house, refilled our rosé spritzers (probably 8 by now) and hopped back into safe, non-dragon-shark waters (our pool) (and hot tub) (but mostly the pool because it was still super hot) and breathed a deep sigh of satisfaction. (and gorged on jalapeno kettle chips.)
Like this moment right here. ^^^ Perfection.
That evening we had two private chefs come in and cook the most fabulous dinner for us, right in our home. Juicy shrimp, shredded chicken and beef tacos (both homemade flour and corn) with guacamole, ridiculously fresh pico, crumbled cheese, hot salsa, Spanish rice, more runny black beans and all the churros with a hot chocolate dipping sauce you could ever dream of.
I’m starving.
Oh, by the way! Did you know Mexico has a lot of cactusotrudiwo23i42o3ejsldfkjsdti? It does.
This collection would have cost 19 kazillion, 88 trillion and 76 dollars at my local nursery.
(I also want to mention the BEST meal we had was at Toro restaurant. This ^^^ photo was taken at the floor-to-ceiling window wall in the back room. I had the crab and shrimp enchiladas with a red creamy sauce and I wept 80% of the time. Go to Toro. The end.)
This is us at Cabo Wabo. OF COURSE there’s a photo of it. Precious (<–she’s going to seriously punch me) Lacy purchased the photo after the dude took it of us. And I couldn’t love it more.
Until next time, Cabo!
Thank you for reading slash enduring the longest post in the history of blogs and posts and blog posts. You da best.
Okay, the house and planning deets, because I know how you people are:
- We stayed at Casa Kee Mere in Pedregal. It was perfect. There’s a concierge service that will assist you at any time. If you do this, I highly recommend having a shuttle pick you at the airport and drive you in. Don’t rent a car. Just don’t. You WILL get lost. They’ll also go get all the groceries for you. Just fill out a list and have them do it. It’s worth it. We got enough food for breakfast, lunch and snacks. (and booze, obvs.) And lastly, have a private chef come in and cook for you! We did it twice and it was sooooo nice not to have to destroy and clean up the kitchen. Plus, it cost about the same, or less (!) than going out. You prepay for everything, so there’s no stress. If I missed any detail, just ask and I’ll get you the info!
Now go eat some tacos.
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