Mexico Trip Part II

On Our Way
We just found our seats on the plane and stowed our bags in the compartments overhead. Settling into our seats, we saw familiar faces coming down the isle of the plane. Guy and Patty Peterson, Nebagamon residents hailed us with smiling faces and slipped into the seats just behind us. It seems they were off to Cabo as well, invited to spend a week with another Nebagamon couple who make regular winter visits to that area. It is always a surprise and a delight to meet someone from our little (500 winter residents) town when out in the ‘big’ world.
Our first and only stop over was in Dallas Fort Worth. We had a brief layover, so we picked up a hamburger and re-boarded our flight to Cabo.

Crossing the Rio Grande
From Dallas Ft Worth we flew west southwest toward the Gulf of Cortez. As always, I looked out the plane window as much as possible. I get two things from this, one is a stiff neck and the other is a lesson in geography. The lesson in geography is a little fuzzy since I don’t know exactly where I am, but usually have a general idea. What amazed me was the incredible number of what I took to be oil wells. It seemed we flew over oil wells as far as I could see for a long time.
Finally, we the Sea of Cortez came into view. There was some resortish looking places along the western shore of Mexico and then the azure sea. Craning my neck to my limits I could make out small boats which I took to be charter fishing boats. The farther we got from land the more boats there were. In what I estimate to be the middle the number of boats appeared to be as numerous as the stars in the sky. I didn’t know there were that many boats in the world.
Shortly, we arrived on the other side of the Gulf and once again land appeared – The Baja Peninsula. Soon were landing at San Jose del Cabo.
We Made it!
I love the smaller airports where you simply walk down the gangway to good ole Mother Earth and stroll across the tarmac to the terminal. The sun was shining, of course, and the smell of gentle sea breezes was in the air. However, even small airports can be hectic. Mexican customs meant long lines and forms to fill out. Worse yet were the hawkers on the way to the shuttles who offer you all kinds of good deals and inside tips for tourists as a guise to coerce you to attend a time-share presentation. Fore-warned is to be fore-armed and we successfully fended off their “ the way to Hacienda del Mar.

Hacienda del Mar
“In my adobe hacienda, there’s a touch of Mexico”, so went the song I remember from my youth. One of many multi lingual tidbits in my repertoire which are of only rare use. Anyway, I knew a hacienda was a house and this would be our house for the coming week. I would refer to Hacienda del Mar and Sheraton Inn as a “compound”. We were traveling through desert country, but as we passed through the gated entrance of the compound, we were greeted by a lush, irrigated garden of palm trees and flowering semi tropical plants. The streets pleasantly meandered through the pastel colored buildings, none of which exceeded 4 stories. The shuttle van stopped at a cul du sac were our driver unloaded our luggage from the back of the van. Young Mexican men clothed in white scurried out to carry our luggage to a nearby veranda and pointed us to the registration building for the resort complex. We would learn that the Sheraton Hotel was a separate entity on the compound.
A Tip of the Hat to Servers
Anyone who knows me knows that I am fiscally conservative. Some have even said that I am tight. However, in truth I am merely fiscally responsible. I can even be generous with my money when I am moved with compassion. At the same time, I have always found tipping servers to be difficult. I am of a nature that I like to consider the price of an item under consideration for purchase before I decide to seal the deal. Tipping is a little too unstructured for me. I had been warned and I boldly gave the shuttle driver 2 US dollars. He looked irritable and said nothing, I took that to mean the amount of my tip was not satisfactory.
We went in to the registration desk to the concierge and signed in. The registration desk was manned by several white-uniformed Mexicans and there were also a couple of senoritas at a desk, one of whom introduced herself and told us of a ‘free’ breakfast the next morning (translation: time share presentation) which we glibly accepted. We then exited the front entrance where the concierge had one of the bell boys ready with our luggage to take us to our quarters. He transported our luggage in a golf cart down one of the winding walkways to our suite 625 A. This time, I tipped him $1 per bag and his countenance was satisfactorily cheerful. In fact, all the personnel on the property were very cheerful and always greeted the guests with a bright ‘Buenos Dias!'
Next: Trip to Mexico Part III
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