Office Space

This is my home office in Seattle. I really like this room. I spend a lot of time in it - Monday through Friday, 8ish hours a day; I've been a teleworker for almost three years and rarely go to my company's actual office, where previously I had a nondescript cubicle on a floor filled with cubicles, in an office building, which took me close to an hour to get to on a good day, and close to two hours to get home from on a bad day. I love being able to work from home, and I'll never be able to beat the 20-foot commute from my bedroom to this room.

But this week my 'home office' is here:

My 'desk' is on the patio of a lovely house on the outskirts of Cabo San Lucas. It's in a quiet residential neighborhood off the highway, across from which there's a taco stand, and that's really all I need as an antidote to winter in Seattle. The patio will be my office until Thursday, I'm considering another surfing lesson on Friday, and Saturday I'll be off on another warm-weather adventure in SoCal.

The beauty of being able to work from home, is that "home" can be anywhere, so this month, I find myself meandering to parts south; first stop was Sacramento, second stop Cabo, third stop will be Oceanside, CA, then L.A., then back to Sacramento, and finally home... that is, primary home. 

Tomorrow I might work from the upstairs patio at this house - different view:

Soul Surfer

While it is extremely presumptuous of me to title this post after a movie about a young champion surfer who won competitions even after her left arm was chomped off by a shark, whereas I have now surfed exactly twice in my life and just spent the morning mostly tumbling, snorting salt water, falling, and nearly wiping out on some rocks (if not for the gracious help of a girl who zoomed up on her board, pushed my board toward the sand, and grabbed my hand as we both fell into a rather treacherous zone), I'm sticking with the title because as much as I claim to not be a "beach person," and for as many times as my friend Chris has given me grief for going to awesome beach towns and  literally never getting into the ocean, I LOVE being on a surfboard. I'm not remotely good at surfing (yet?), but there is something glorious about just sitting on a surfboard off a sunny beach, watching the waves, soaking in the rays, feeling the earth move under you, and acknowledging that you are a very lucky person.

So here's the deal - this was not Waikiki. This was San Jose del Cabo, and these waves were not the gentle 2-3 footers from my first experience. These waves were much bigger, much faster, and much harder to ride. Alex, from the Costa Azul Surf Shop was my teacher and he sent me back out into the fray over and over until I finally rode one (sort of) in to the shore (most of the way). I got up a few more time but never with the ease or dare I say grace I had in Hawaii. But I kept at it until my legs were so tired they were shaking. 

On the way back to my lovely abode for this week, which is just outside Cabo San Lucas, I asked Alex where I could get some great tacos, which is all I ever want to eat when I'm in Mexico. He dropped me off at a road-side taco stand where I bought four tacos for less than $10 and walked back to the house. It's definitely time for a siesta. 

The Henry

Sometimes the trip is just across town but still feels like another world. Art can have that effect. Yesterday Cheryl and I went to the Henry Art Gallery on the UW campus to see Pae White's installation: Command Shift 4. It was a delightful, dizzying, colorful experience reminiscent of childhood string art and Spirographs. No better way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

Jack and Cora May

Cora May and Jack and their friend Lover-Mae
who runs the Chicken's Nest

Last night, Jen made some new friends in the lobby bar. Jack and Cora May have been coming to Freeport for 25 years, been married for 58, and today, took us on a 3 and half hour tour of the island. They owned property here for a while and have stayed for months at a time. They're just here for a week this time although they recently bought a timeshare in Freeport and will be back for a month at the end of January. They had rented a car for this trip and when Jen was chatting with them last night, they offered to show us around the island today.

best conch fritters we've had - and we've had a lot of conch fritters

Jack and Cora could not have been more delightful, generous folks. Everyone on the island seems to know them and they took us some of their favorite places on the far side of the island - all the way to the West End, which we never would have gotten to on our own. We drove around, stopped for drinks and conch fritters at The Chicken's Nest, one of their favorite bars; were given beautiful shells by a local diver, who saves them for Cora May (she collects them but insisted on giving them to us); and had a beautiful day with our new friends from North Carolina.

Paradise Cove

Heading home tomorrow, back to cold days and colder  nights, but after this vacation of beach, books, bikes, conch, rum punch, a great travel-buddy, and really, the nicest, friendliest, kindest local people I've ever encountered anywhere in all my travels, I think this trip will stay with me for a long time.

Scent of an Island

the Perfume Factory

Yesterday we got up and headed to the spa at the resort. Two hours later, after I had been scrubbed, wrapped, soaked, and moisturized, and Jen had been thoroughly massaged, we headed to the bus stop near the hotel and rode to the Perfume Factory. The Perfume Factory is... a perfume factory. It was started in 1969 by a New Yorker and is now a popular tourist destination. There must not have been any cruise ships docked that day because we were the only two people shopping and sniffing for most of the hour we spent there. We got a little tour of the facility which was mostly a retail space but which also had a small 'lab' where the perfumes are mixed and packaged. You could also mix your own fragrance using essential oils, but Jen and I sniffed every single one of the pre-made perfumes and found plenty of lovely scents in that selection to bring home.

the 'mix your own' lab

After that, we caught a bus back to the hotel, went back to the beach, opened our books, and spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing outside.

For dinner, we walked down the beach back to Billy Joe's for burgers and chicken wings and the view; got back to our room early and watched a movie, and called it a [perfect] day.

super-tasty, marinated and fried chicken wings

 

Wednesday Night Fish Fry

This is how we spent the day:

breakfast: the most important drink meal of the day

lounge chair and a Kindle, what more does one need?

and this is how we spent the evening:

Smith Point Fish Fry - a Wednesday night tradition in Freeport

live conch, waiting to become salad

Terry at one of the huts chopping conch at incredible speed

frying fish at the fish fry

dinner

Easy Rider

Meadow and Joe from New Hampshire, with Jen and me,
getting ready to ride

Today we took a tour of the island on motorized bikes. We met our guides, Alfredo and Genie in the morning, got acquainted with the throttle and brakes on our gas-powered cruisers, and zoomed off down the road. Riding the bikes was incredibly fun (I highly recommend bikes which don't require peddling), and we got to see parts of the island we'd never have seen on our own. Genie gave us a lesson on conch (first point: it's pronounced "conk" not "consh"), Alfredo gave us a lesson on the history of the Bahamas (Columbus, the British, pirates, etc.), we saw some incredible beach-front houses (owned by the proverbial "other half"), stopped for a lunch on a gorgeous beach, and got a free dolphin show at the UNEXSO sanctuary since we happened to be cruising by at feeding time. Really great day on the island.

first stop, dolphin sanctuary

second stop, drinks at Taino Beach

my new favorite drink on the island

a less appetizing-sounding local brew

Genie discussing the life cycle of a conch

this is the disgusting-looking critter that lives in a conch shell

did some beach-combing for shells before leaving