Cabo San Lucas, were Gringos flock to flirt with alcohol poisoning and each other, lies at the southern tip of the Baja.
I find it fun for a while, but not for days on end. Not that I’m against Mexicans earning a living. Those all-you-can-drink sightseeing cruises aren’t going to run themselves.
So no, we did not go to the Jell-O shot capital of the Horse latitudes. Rather we met friends Diane and Denny in San Jose del Cabo, roughly midway between the other Cabo and the airport. It’s an excellent place to relax, talk to locals, and make snarky comments about other peoples’ vacation choices.
We stayed, as we always do, at Casa Natalia, a small hotel beside the town plaza.
A (very) few photos taken while wandering around town.
There is an Art Walk every Thursday night. In past years it was pretty much constrained to the dozen or so legitimate galleries in town. Now vendors, sensing an opportunity, fill the plaza with almost everything you can imagine.
Well, that’s it. My apologies for offering such a random set of images. I only took a photo when something caught my eye. Hope you enjoyed what you saw.
