Cabo San Lucas, "Hot Water Sandals"

October 20, 2009

It seems we have gotten the crappy weather from Rick, which was downgraded to a tropical storm, but none of the frightening wind. I feel a little disappointed. At least we can get the “storm” over with tonight so the skies can clear up. I’ve barely had to wear sun screen while we’ve been here.

I’m a little surly due to greasy room-service, lack of exercise and lack of mental stimulation. We’ve kind of been cooped up since the streets are flooded and almost everything is closed.

Somehow, two people managed to die in the storm that hasn’t even hit us. A fisherman was dragged off a cliff into the waves and was not able to be resuscitated. And somehow, I don’t know when because we didn’t see anything, a 16-year-old died on our beach today. It must have been much farther down. I don’t know anything about it, but it makes me sad.

This morning, I lazed around in bed reading Breaking Dawn. It’s terribly written (“show, don’t tell!”), but it’s growing on me. I love to hate it. Stupid vampire drama. xoxo

When my crew of husband, toddler and MIL were stir-crazy around noon, I put my book down and we made a break for it. We took a taxi into town to Mi Casa Restaurant, recommended by my pal Lauren. Lauren’s family has a time share here and she insisted that we check out Mi Casa. They serve tortillas, rather than chips with their guac and pico. The guac was amazing. I think it was the salt that made me consider licking the bowl clean. Mi Casa had a fantastic gift shop, but their prices, negotiating tactics and exchange rate made B’s eyes pop out, so I left all my treasures on their counter and walked. So sad.

After D’s nap, she dragged us all down to the empty pool. Everyone who is still at the hotel watched from their balconies; watching the waves, the sunset, the calm before the storm.

Early in the summer, I got Dahlia some classic Salt Water Sandals; the kind my sister and I had when we were kids. For some reason, D calls them "Hot Water Sandals".

Tonight, B finally got me on the internet and I was able to check my email. Not a word from my family. No “hey, heard the worst storm since 1972 is supposed to directly hit you, you okay?” But I checked CNN and there’s no mention of a storm and blogger.com hates me and the internet is slow, so how would anyone know?

I opened the balcony door so I can hear the waves. They sound calm and the palm trees are swaying in the breeze. Tiny, solar lights are twinkling from the bottom of the swimming pools. Everything is quiet.