Earlier this year Dave’s folks invited us down to their condo in Cabo San Lucas. This was in early April I think, so things were still chilly here in Utah, and we were thrilled to escape to warmer shores. This was my first time to Mexico — I mean, if it even counts: we saw very, very little between the airport and the veritable compound where we stayed.
We spent almost the entire time in the pool. Did we want to take an excursion to play mini-golf? No, I’ll just stay at the pool, thanks. How about a lunch in the club? Can’t hear you, I’m underwater in the pool. Let’s go for a walk on the beach! Glub, glubber, glub. I didn’t even get out of the pool to eat: there was a swim up bar so I just ordered nachos and drinks and basically nibbled them like a fish at the edge of the water. Is that what seapunk was like?