Doin' the Cabo Wabo

Nov. 25, 2008

First of all, we loved the Hilton. You drive up and are given a margarita; you check in outside, see a beautiful fountain and then go to your room. The room was huge and overlooked the beach. It had a Jacuzzi and large glass shower. Very festive. They did origami figures every night that were left on our bed and pressed logos on the toilet paper. The breakfast was awesome; we ate there every day. Fresh juices—orange, watermelon, cantaloupe, beet, carrot. Live guitar music was played at breakfast. They even warm your nuts at the bar. The bar was awesome and there is one at the pool. It is right on the beach (kind of rocky sand); it wasn't crowded, I really could go on and on.

We rented a Jeep, but they have a shuttle. We drove to Hotel California.

If you haven't been to eat at The Office, it's my fave. You sit at tables on the sand under the moonlight with flaming coffee and tequila. We hit the Hard Rock Café, Cabo Wabo, Gigglin' Marlin, Mi Casa and El Squid Roe.

For the sights, we took a glass-bottom water taxi to the Arch/Land's End and saw sea lions; it was choppy, but I survived. You see a window to the Pacific and the marina is great. Everyone tries to sell you something—caricatures, painted shells, serenades, jewelry, condos.

It is very Americanized--they speak English and use American money. I read Honeymoon with My Brother while there. It says about traveling internationally: You'll change the views on an issue you thought to be previously untouchable. You'll feel guilty about not knowing a foreign language, yet believe even more strongly that English is the universal tongue. After the trip, newspapers will be far more interesting, though you'll shake your head at the shortage of foreign news. You'll also listen with greater interest to a friend's stories about travel. Travel is an investment with guaranteed returns.