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7/28/2011 8:00:57 AM
Trippin' With Nina
I actually made it to Cabo and back. Sounds like a simple thing, right? Unless you are a person with a stupid, bizarre condition like I have, then you could end up at the airport and in a plane looking like this:
(Note the ears on top of my head.) How does something like this happen to a forty-blahblah year old woman, you ask? Well, florescent lights have been giving me migraines lately and I knew I'd have to wait in the airport for at least a couple of hours in florescent lighting. Lots of echo-y random noise also makes my medical condition worse. I decided I needed a sleeping mask (I envisioned one of those silky black ones) to wear while sitting in the airport and some comfortable earphones with soothing music playing in them. However, I couldn't shop around for these items myself because the stores have florescent lights.
So, I sent my teenage daughter out to get the items and I wound up with this little girl sleeping mask from Claire's and these heaphones with pointy ears from Hot Topic in the mall. I wonder how many other travelers took pictures of the "crazy lady" at the airport? Anyway, on the plane I started gettting a migraine anyway because of the vibrations. I took my major medicine and was fine by the time I got off the plane.
After we arrived, Abel found out that Mexico is not that different from the U.S. when our "concierge" informed him he looked like both Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee. (This also happens to him in the U.S. and he doesn't believe it's possible to look like both JC and BL simultaneously.)
In our room, I discovered the main lights were florescent, but the lamps weren't, so I went around turning on the lamps and removing their shades for more light. That's when I realized I'd never danced around with a lamp shade on my head, so I went out to the balcony where I could hear the music from the pool and remedied the situation:
If I look a little stiff, keep in mind, I had no alcohol in me. (But maybe that's not a good thing to admit when showing a picture of yourself with a lamp shade on your head.)
The best time we had in Cabo was on the pirate ship (eat your heart out Jennifer Bray-Weber). It turns out that Mexican pirates are quite fun-loving and especially enjoy conga lines, YMCA (Village People), and getting Americans to do the Marcarena with them.
They're also darn good photographers. One of them took this relatively flattering picture of the 3 of us in front of the famous arch:
One of the best things to do in Cabo is eat. They have a lot of good restaurants if you know where to go--not on the main tourist strip, of course. Abel's been a stringed instrument musician since he was 4 and, when we're watching American Idol, he often screams "What the hell is that guitarist doing to the song?" at the TV while we're trying to listen to the contestants. However, he was extremely impressed by the number of really good guitarists who are strolling around restaurants in Mexico singing for tips. He especially loved the restaurant Mi Casa because of it's great atmosphere and variety of musicians. He tipped the solo guitarist/singers, the mariachi bands, and even the girl who danced flamenco with a candle on her head.
He stays indoors working/playing on various electronic devices when he's at home, so by the fourth night, he was drunk off sunstroke and musicians and as we left Mi Casa, he "tipped" the Day of the Dead statue they have out front with a little kiss:
So all went pretty well until Thursday when we went to exchange our towels and the guy informed me that they weren't putting chairs down below the hotel on the sand that day. "High tide," he explained.
Hmmm... I'd been to Cabo 3 times before and hadn't heard of them not putting the chairs on the beach. I had a sneaking suspicion..."Todo el dia?" ("All day?") I asked. "Si," he answered.
Uh, oh. A high tide that lasts all day...I was afraid I knew what this meant. Abel, Sierra and I went to the wall and looked out at the beach. Most of the jewelry/hat/blanket sellers weren't around and the few that were stayed close to our resort steps so they could jump up on them whenever the waves made it all the way up...and splashed against the resort wall. "This isn't normal," I said. "I think there's a hurricane somewhere out there."
When we went back to the room, I tried to find some weather on our TV, unsuccessfully. Abel used the Internet on his iPhone to look it up and found a tracking image of a level 5 hurricane that appeared to be headed straight for us.
As much as I like beaches, my worst fear is to be stuck in an resort with a hurricane coming. I was instantly a nervous wreck. "Can you get us a plane out of here earlier?" I asked Abel. "Check now. When everyone realizes what's going on, they might all try to get out."
That's when my 16-year old honor student, my lovely mature child who is always careful and logical blurted out, "But then how will I get my hair braided?" (She likes to get it done the day before she leaves Cabo so she can have it a few days when she's back home.)
My stress boiled over onto her at this point and I yelled something like "Do you not understand what a hurricane is and that an impending natural disaster is a little more important than your hair?" I'm sure she was embarrassed about her blurt afterward, and I felt bad about yelling at her, but she is going off to college in a couple of years and a mom wants to feel like her kid has her priorities in order.
Anyway, Abel found more info on the hurricane and we realized it wasn't supposed to hit us and that they expected it to die down to a tropical storm when it reached the colder waters. In then end, we got no storm at all, but we got an amazing display of the power of mother nature:
Friday, Abel suggested we go up to The Office (a beach restaurant) where the "tide" wasn't quite as bad and see if the ladies were out so Sierra could get her hair braided. The restaurant had an unintentional pond in the middle from a few of the waves that had come up that far. They advised us to remove our flipflops and put them in a chair because the water was likely to come up onto our feet as we were eating. We sat at a table on the border between restaurant and beach so the braiding lady could do Sierra's hair. When our food came, Sierra and I had each only eaten one of our 3 tacos when a rogue wave came up and splashed water over our plates, leaving Abel's untouched, of course (because he has that kind of Bruce Lee-slash-Jackie Chan power.) No problema! Our waiter came and happily took our plates away and brought us new ones. In Mexico, you can't let something as minor as a water-logged restaurant stop you from making your tips for the day.
On the way back, Abel got upgraded to first-class and gave me his seat hoping it would help me. This made the guy next to me look like an ass because he took the upgrade himself and let his wife sit alone in coach. Unfortunately, the plane vibrates just as much in front as in back so after a few minutes, I was wishing I had Abel to comfort me instead of the extra leg room.
But I'm back. I'm recuperated. And I'm excited about releasing my book Don't Make Me Make You Brownies on August 8!