Alaska to Cabo San Lucas

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On the 30^th of October I left Anchorage, Alaska at 2:30 in the morning for Seattle, Washington and on to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. I arrived at Terminal 1. Terminal 2 was to open on the 1^st of November. I had an AAA agent set me up at a hotel for the first night. I didn’t know how it was going to go. After almost 30 years I was heading down to an alumni stag party sponsored by my college fraternity which I had vaguely and intermittently kept in contact.When I stepped out of the plane I could smell salt air. A private cab would cost, $80 USD and a public hotel shuttle service offered at the airport cost only $16.
Los Patios is a reasonably priced hotel just out of town. I had asked Angie to find me something between $50 and $80 USD with a pool and get back to me. Los Patios is four clicks from the beach and the local bus costs less than a dollar and takes 10-15 minutes to get into downtown Cabo San Lucas. As the name of the hotel suggests all ground floor rooms have their own patios and the whole place reminds you of a patio you are now swimming in. The evening sunset heats up the courtyard. It had been a long day. I had a queen size bedroom, a patio bar, pool, and inside/outside dinning, I was happy with where I was acclimatizing. The staff at Los Patios did everything in their power to ensure a pleasant stay an accomplished their goal with a smile and I awoke with one. I was in Mexico. I had left the 20 degree Fahrenheit weather in Alaska. The week before I left Alaska, I was busy as all get out building an addition footing/ foundation for a University of Alaska Fairbanks,  remodeling a town house into a hotel/B&B,  skirting a yurt, splitting wood and yoga. I awoke with all that out of reach.
 I took the bus into Cabo to see where the boys and I were to meet up; The Mar de Cortez Hotel. I didn’t know where it was but I figured it would be close to everything imaginable. The receptionist at Los Patios, Erene, gave me directions to the area. An American lady wearing a brown dress and a subtle tattoo got on the bus with her son a few stops after I did and when they got off, so did I. I don’t know why I got off, maybe just to introduce myself as a hapless traveler with an exceptionally short and silent introduction as a fellow bus traveler. She pointed down a main street and gave me immaculate directions. I then asked for a breakfast place with good cheap food and tea. She nodded and said that the menu at the Mar de Cortez was top of the line and priced appropriately. As I walked I noticed a banged up car on the side of the road. It’s not uncommon for the Mexican Government to use automobile wrecks as a show off reminder of the dangers of driving in Mexico or anywhere for that matter. 
I walked in to the Mar de Cortez and knew this was going to be a great trip. Oh, and it was ‘Caboween’ eve in Mexico. I checked in under an alumni’s name and went directly to pool side for a quick shot of vitamin D and a margarita. It was 90 degrees. There had been a hurricane three weeks before and the foliage was green and flowering all over southern Baja. I thought back to days in college when we would finish midterms, meet at Bull’s Tavern, San Luis Obispo and plan a trip to this very area. Back then there was nothing between Cabo San Lucas, Cabo del Sol and San Jose many beaches were available for car camping and surfing for nothing. The place had changed. 
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