On Wednesday, I did finally go into Cabo san Lucas, if only to placate Patricia, who I think was starting to wonder if I was agoraphobic. I lasted barely an hour in Cabo - I walked around the marina and the mall, had no interest in eating or drinking at any of the many restaurants and bars catering to the tourists, and was finally bored enough to catch the bus back up the highway. The bus, um, just happened to drop me off right in front of the taco stand, so there was really nothing left to do but order two and walk back to the house.
|there's nothing in Cabo I want or need|
|the taco stand down the road and across the highway|
|hosts: Paola and the kitty; Patricia, and Pinky the dog|