Ola, we enjoyed a wonderful week in Cabo San Lucas, Cabo del Sol, and San Jose del Cabo and after a 10 1/2 hour trip, are back. We stayed at the Fiesta American, a vacation club, that last year gave us a studio apartment for $100 a night if we would think about buying their time share. I asked before we left, if we wanted to come back next year and again wanted to stay in the villa, what was the nightly rate? The charming Mexican said it was not available to non-members, but a room in the hotel of equal quality would go for $350 to $600 per night, depending on the season.
The grounds at Fiesta Americana are the nicest I have seen in any resort in Hawaii or Arizona. A members infinity pool, 30 feet about the Sea of Cortez; a volleyball pool and a bikini pool where you swim up to the bar. I saw a man sitting at the bar in a “manziere” and a beribboned straw hat. Then there was a huge infinity pool water. We spent many hours hanging on the wall watching the breakers below. Everywhere there are liitle hottubs and cozy little crooks that make the experience more intimate. Everywhere there were two kinds of lounges and hammocks. You could sit on the beach and snorkle in the sea and be served by Mexican waiters.
I asked the lifeguard, “como se dice ‘Help!’ in Spanish.” He did not understand me. “no hablo Englese!”, he said. I finally learned that if I yell “ajuda me”, he would rescue me. I thought that strange. I love Spanish, but I was worn out by the time we left, concentrating, trying to understand what they were saying. I did learn some new phrases to go with my old vocabulary. I have dos nietos (two grandchildren), un nieta y un nieto (one grand daughter and one grand son). I learned that I am “mui bien”, if I am asked how I am (come uste), but bien is not used for food. Then it becomes comedia es buena (The food is great!). The Mexicans seemed to enjoy helping me and pleased that I was making an effort to learn their language.
I was amazed and embarrassed by the number of obese Americans. Not just fat, but a butt that is two big pigs in a sack. Many are so heavy that walking is a strain. The average Mexican I saw was about 5′ 5″ and thin. We were like sharks in a school of minnows.
Bev and I stopped by Los Bungalows,

where we stayed last year. Eric and Stella run the small hotel and Junior is selling timeshares to the tourists and doing well. Stella gave me a hug and asked if we were coming to breakfast on Thursday. I said yes if invited. She said breakfast is between 8 and 10 AM. We worried that we didn’t define “invite”. Were we paying or did they feel obligated to serve us free. In the end, after a wonderful fritata and guava juice, fruit and coffee, I said to Eric “La quenta por favor!” He consulted with Stella and came back with a note that said, “Two Breakfasts, No Charge!” Rates: In season $125 to $175 plus tax for two adults, price includes breakfast, $10 extra per person over 12yrs. Summer rates $78 to $110 USD. The buffet at Fiesta American was $ 240 pesos apiece or about $23, so Los Bungalows is an inexpensive way to enjoy Cabo. Plus Stella and Eric are wonderful people!
The sunrises off our deck were magnificent, the sun coming up over the Sea of Cortez. We had heard about a beautiful place to watch the sunset: Esperanza. We found the place a few miles down the road toward Cabo san Lucas. It was heavily secured and the guard at the gate had to radio in to see if it was ok to let us in. The heavy iron gates opened and we were escorted in and shown to the ristorante. Bev and I sat above the sea toasting the best sunset ever with margueritas and virgin strawbery daiquiris. As we were leaving, we got a rate card. Room rates at Esperanza run from $1200 to $5000 per night. It is the place for the stars, Gwyneth Paltrow, and dressers of the stars, Ralph Lauren.
Bev and I found the prices very high. It wasn’t uncommon to spend $150 on dinner for two; that includes a VAT of 22% and servicio. We were dumb founded to spend $7.20 on a loaf of bread at the supermarket.
We did dine at some very good places for dinner: Mi Concina and Tequilas in San Jose and Mi Casa in Cabo. We had Sea Bass at Mi Concina on a bed of mashed potatoes and pureed mango. Bev had Tequila Schrimp and I had beef tenderloin at Tequilas. Both meals were delicious. Mi Casa was tradional Mexican and I had El Mole Poblano, which was wonderful; 35 different spices go into their mole. We did not enjoy the dinner at Mango’s, though we did enjoy sticking our toes in the sand, and we did not enjoy the nachos at Finistera Hotel on the Pacific.
We are glad to be home. Seven days is just about right for me. I start missing our dog and life style and my blog, but not the ever present winter rain.
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