Awake at 4:30 AM and out of the house in
Jackson by 4:50 for a 6:00 flight to Houston where I’ll meet Mom. Denise wanted to drive me to the airport but
she can’t because she’s flying later this morning and has to be at the airport
herself in a couple of hours. Mom has a similar early departure from VA, but she has 2 flights (via Chicago) to get to Houston.
It’s actually COLD in Houston when we
land. That’s something I wasn’t
expecting and had not dressed for. I had booked the early flight to Houston
because I wanted to reduce the chance of a missed connection to Cabo. As a result I have a 4 hour layover. Mom has less than an hour between flights, so
we meet at the departing gate just before boarding. We tried to get seats together but the
flight is overbooked. They are offering
$500 for people willing to give up their seats, but the next flight isn’t until
tomorrow. No matter – they still get
several takers for the deal.
The flight was uneventful and we arrive in
Cabo a few minutes early. A long, slow
moving line through Immigration and Customs quickly consumes those few minutes
we had gained. It takes us more than an
hour to get through. Ruann is waiting
for us on the other side and we load everything in our truck and are on our
way…or at least we think so. Much to our
surprise the lady at the airport parking lot won’t take US dollars to let us
out and none of us have had time to get any pesos (Ru and Ken also just arrived
a day or two before). We argue and plead
– finally the attendant relents and allows us to pass for a combination of $2
and about 20 pesos. With the exchange
rate she made a profit. Lesson learned –
save a few pesos or get a few at the airport (something I usually do, but
forgot this time).
The airport is in San Jose del Cabo, about 35
minutes north of the southernmost Cabo San Lucas. San Jose is a large, bustling city with lots
of traffic, honking horns, and people.
The climate is arid and in town there’s a fine coat of tan colored dust
on everything. Ru and Ken’s house is in
a small neighborhood on the beach about 15 minutes north of San Jose. It takes about 30 minutes to get there from
the airport. Instead of going straight
to the house we stopped for lunch in town.
On the way home we stopped at Flora Farms for a loaf of bread for
dinner.
Mom and Ruann getting bread at Flora Farms
Their house is a work of art sitting on a
hillside overlooking the beach with San Jose in the distance. The view is incredibly beautiful (more on the
house in a separate post later).
We met Ken at the house (he’d just returned
from a morning of fishing). We spent the
rest of a delightful afternoon and evening resting, swimming, and visiting with
Ken and Ru.
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