Hola! Estoy en Los Cabos y lo estoy pasando muy bien me estoy divirtiendo mucho. Con Amor!But now we are back.....well rested and grateful for the small luxuries of home. For starters, I am very happy to back in communion with my local Starbucks. Yes, you heard me right. There are NO Starbucks in Mexico. And secondly, TexMex has never tasted so good. As soon as our plane hit the ground back in the United States, we went to Taco Bell.
If not for those two small inconveniences, Los Cabos is a great place to be. The people are friendly and the service is excellent. Never have I had so much fun trying to communicate in Spanish. They are very gracious people. They just smile and nod; never correcting your Spanish unless you ask for help. This experience has me convinced that I will take Spanish as an elective this fall when I return to UTD.
Now, can we just talk frankly? After 4 days of gourmet authentic Mexican food, we took the shuttle into San Jose del Cabo just to have a cheeseburger and fries at the golden arches. First let me say, that it is a good idea when venturing off to a foreign town-- away from the resorts -- to have the number of your hotel or at least a local taxi service programmed into your cell phone. Why? We'll get back to that later. Anyway, you would think that all McDonald's everywhere has the same tasting fries, chicken nuggets and cheeseburgers. I'm not sure what I was eating, but it wasn't the McDonald's that I grew up on.
We venture next door to the "Mega" store, otherwise known as Walmart. After following my husband up and down every aisle of the store researching how different the products are, we were tired and ready to head back to our home away from home. Except we weren't sure how. Back at McD's, we took a seat on the bench along side Ronald McDonald. All six of us, along with our 32-pack of bottled water and 2 boxes of Special K breakfast bars. We waited patiently as Chris tried to call via TelMex on his cell phone to retrieve the phone number of our hotel. Apparantly quite a feat. It took at least an hour. When finally connected to the hotel, Chris insisted that he speak in Spanish to request a taxi to come pick us up. It took at least 30 minutes for us to figure out no one was coming. Another call to the hotel, and in ENGLISH this time, we asked that someone PLEASE come get us. At this point I was getting worried. Can you picture it? Six gringos on the street corner....three of us with cell phones.....all of us talking to different people. Looks pretty much like what I think the Mexican police thought we were doing. One officer circled by twice and a police van pulled up to the side of the road across the street.....waiting...just waiting....to bust us for buying drugs. But thank God the taxi arrived. Just in the nick of time.
Ole'!! And God bless Starbucks.
