Anne and the hot tub . . .

She said NO to the cigar!

It had taken several days, but we finally convinced Anne to take a dip in our hot tub on the veranda. (Well, actually, she sat on the edge and enjoyed the entertainment we provided)

Our last night was upon us. The first couple of days had progressed slowly, which we took for granted. Now we literally had hours left, and we were bulletproof, thanks in part to teenagers from California. At age 50, bulletproof  is just as bad as at age 25 or 30, maybe worse. We made it back to room 2053 safely and started the arduous process of packing  .  .  .  inebriated! Honestly, and I'm somewhat embarrassed to admit, the details surrounding our arrival that night and waking the following morning are more than a little fuzzy. Perhaps the known highlights will suffice:

• Packed everything without any breakage; left nothing behind!
• Finished our last bottle of wine from the stash we had collected all week (waste not want not)
• Danced under the moonlight on our Veranda to our favorite tunes.
• Soaked in the hot tub one last time, while finishing the cigar we started day 2, with Anne looking on  .  .  .
• Snacked on leftover chips and dip because we were starving!
• Answered the door to security, after the phone rang, directing us to go to the door, due to complaints from our neighbors about excessive noise. Yikes!
• Finally saying GOODNIGHT to Pueblo Bonita, Sunset Beach Resort, and probably literally falling into bed!

There were other pictures taken that night; pictures that provided clues to the above mentioned highlights, however, none were suitable for this post. Please don't use your imagination, we would like to put this night behind us  .  .  .  

Low Profile

Amazingly, we awoke feeling okay. NOT great, but okay. We were moving in slow motion again but had plenty of time to "wake up." Our flight (the corrected route, flying out of Cabo opposed to San Jose California) left in the late afternoon, so we were able to take our time getting organized and out of our room. After checking out, settling up and storing our bags, we ventured into a lovely restaurant that we had not yet visited. It was called the Bistro and they had breakfast practically waiting on us. Of course we ordered HOTD, one last time, and it truly seemed to take the edge off. (Okay, that sounds bad as I read it out loud  .  .  .  good thing we are headed back to reality or the Betty Ford Center may have sent representatives to host an intervention; three for the price of one?

We asked el waitor to capture this last meal in Mexico with Charlotte's camera. He certainly did:

"OOPS, is that his hand or Patrick from Sponge Bob Square-pants?"

Bless his heart, he did take another picture, but this one speaks volumes. We look pretty good under the circumstances! Don't ya think?

After breakfast, we toured parts of the resort we hadn't noticed before, like this beautiful little chapel. We solemnly entered, feeling the reverence of the atmosphere before us. We each prayed privately and left respectfully! 

On the way out, this was the view:

Another Postcard

We then stumbled into a fabulous little jewelry store, and each of us bought a trinket to remember the trip (as if we could EVER forget!) Remarkably, this adventure that we had dreamt about and savored throughout its planning, was coming to a close. Samantha, Charlotte and Carrie (I) were all feeling very melancholy (with a little hangover woven in too) to be letting go of the fellowship, the laughter and the unadulterated fun that had been the last several days. In spite of the hiccup with our arrival, this journey had far exceeded all expectations. How often can you say that about a vacation?

As we waited for the airport shuttle, we were already reliving stories and laughing at the antics of the week. Plans for a full length feature film were discussed and we knew just who should play our parts. The shuttle arrived, we boarded, and headed to the airport known as San Jose del Cabo, Cabo San Lucas Mexico.

To be continued  .  .  .  not over yet!