We celebrated Christmas once again here in Cabo. I think the first Christmas we spent here was in 1988 and then the next 3 following years as well. One of the celebrations was on Santa Maria Beach with the Chouinard family. Then in 2000 we were fortunate to have the “Whole Dang Family” (15 of us) here for the Christmas season. Someone might say that this is almost like a 2nd home to us for Christmas. 2 years ago we spent Christmas in Meteora Greece and last year at Rhonda Spain… Were will it be next year?
We had a pot-luck dinner of turkey, ham, and all the trimmings here at the RV park with about 90 other campers. About 6 we joined Ricardo and went over to the Tolson home for an after dinner cocktail and good conversation among good friends. Just what Christmas is all about. Yesterday and today we spent the morning close by the coach, with laundry being the main subject today. About 2 this afternoon we went out to “Ship Wreck” Beach to check it out. It has been a long time since we were last there. In fact, Doug and Bonnie Rohrer used to camp right on the waters edge there. That was about 1989 or 90, long before the 36 hole Jack Nicholas golf course and Sheridan Hotel were built on that site. We did find the beach mostly in tack, but with the hotel and the golf course right in back, it seemed quite different. It was great to get back out there. This beach has a lot of perfect gold sand and beautiful rock formations that come right out of the water. The waves today were a treat for those that love to body surf and the rocks are great for those of us that like to snorkel. The fish seem to team around the formations close to shore. It was getting pretty dark when we got back home so we opted to head out to find dinner on the street somewhere. Our first stop was a taco stand that was next door to one of the busiest bus stops in town. It was also one of the busiest businesses around. Louise and I both had a couple of pork tacos that didn’t last 2 seconds on our plate. That taste is so perfect…and then the Mexican condiments…incredible. The ambiance was just what we were looking for…young man behind the counter, his wife waiting the little metal card tables that sit on the neatly swept dirt floors, and the pre-teen son washing the dishes from a pot that sits so high on the counter that he had to find a stool to stand on. I wasn’t quite full, so we went out to find one more “hot spot”. This second one was about 3 blocks out the back roads from town. It was so full of customers that we just knew we had to stop and try what ever they were selling. Louise had had her fill from the last stop so I was on my own. It had been a long time since I had had a “torta” (Mexican sandwich) and this one was just as good as I had remembered them to be.