Jess here. Excuse my appearance, it's "early", I'm in Mexico, and someone poured a couple pitchers of margaritas down my throat yesterday. Did I mention that I didn't eat at all the day before? Beach wedding you know. The point is, I'm not really a thinker.
I'm sitting in a perfectly comfortable chair, at a disturbingly Mexican table, in a jungle-like courtyard, separated from the traffic rushing by on the street by half a vine-covered wall which is mostly composed of the remains of an old brick barbecue, and a counter-top which supports a giant pot of coffee. So there's coffee. Which, this morning in particular, makes writing this post possible. It smells nice here, like jasmine? Sarah is taking it a little easy this morning- apparently, plotting her imminent meeting with THE WEDDING PLANNER. (My pobrecita Rosita had better bring her "A" game, today!)
We're in Cabo, at a cute little "Inn" which Stanley the American and his wife Maria have built into a sort of grotto, filled with plants and flowers and an overgrown dog-water bowl referred to as the "social pool". (No one here apparently swims.) From the decor I'm guessing Maria is German, but her Spanish is exquisite. Is she the daughter of an escaped Nazi? Looking over her list of hotel rules, I wouldn't bet against it. I may bust out a Sig Heil and see what kind of reaction I get.
This place is terribly cute, and reminds me of my traveling days when I was younger and poorer. I hope Sarah and I get back to this sort of traveling more often. I'm already on the toll-road to poorer.
As mentioned, today we meet with THE WEDDING PLANNER to hash out the details of the big day. We actually snuck into the Palace (future nuptial temple) yesterday afternoon. I was psyched. It's big and brassy and full of wood and metal. There are banquets of food, beer taps always within reach, swimming pools and movie stars-- real Beverly Hill Billy. Unfortunately, Sarah agreed with my assessment-- and was not excited. This has caused a general unease to pervade the trip. However, I am confident (or so I say) that when we go back today she'll take a closer look at the cute little nooks and crannies of the place-- the spaces which are more Humphrey Bogart and Orient Express, than Cancun road-trip, and come around. If not, we're in for a long couple of months...