After a rough start from home (3 hour delay, airport food vouchers and gate changes) Bessie, oh excuse me, Isabel, welcomed us as we arrived in Mexico. Cows roaming freely was our entertainment as we sat in the heat waiting for the rental car situation to be worked out. Funny!
Who would've known that we would discover the town's best tacos accidentally on our first night in town? After eating elsewhere, they really were the best, and strangely the cheapest also. I think it was $5 for dinner for Nelson and I, tacos and sodas.
(blood curdling scream) oh. Pesos, not dollars. Whew, m&m's, milk and cereal sure went up.
And to top off our first day in Cabo, Thrifty flat top ice-cream cones. This is an Abbott family childhood memory from So. Cal so it was all the better.
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All 10 of us in front of the condo that we and the Pearce's stayed in. Everyone else stayed in the house down the road.
We went exploring the beach behind the properties. This is the view from the house and us standing in the backyard.
We stayed a short walk from the Sheraton, where we got pool, etc. privileges. Edgar would set us up nicely with padded lounge chairs, towels, umbrellas and side tables whenever we asked and it was heaven.
This is the pool and hot tub we got to use at the house. It was an amazing house, bigger and much nicer than our house at home. What a treat!
Here we are after finally finding the "7th hole" taco shop. Long story short, it was at the 9th hole, which really made much more sense if we had thought about it, but it sure has given way to a lot of other "7th hole" experiences.
Dinner with a mariachi band serenading us, so fun.
That night, we walked along the waterfront and through town. Everywhere we went there were children selling chicklets and little trinkets. Grandpa couldn't resist negotiations as a form of entertainment, his and ours.
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