|Yep. El Arco.|
|We love you, Cabo, but we're getting the hell out of here|
The beauty of low expectations is that you often find yourself surprised. We stayed in La Paz a few days on this trip and kept seeing stores that sold Clamato. Some exclusively. I couldn't fathom any business turing a profit on selling solely a clam and tomato juice concoction, so we tried one. These make your Bloody Mary Buffet drinks look piddly. Any item you can find in the snack food aisle or your fish monger's freezer is shoved in a plastic cup, then topped off with Clamato juice. Add seasoning and there's your drink. They're odd and delicious. See? I didn't think I could drink all my meals, and was pleasantly surprised when I realized I could.
|Dylan loves cactus tacos. They taste like green beans|
When your biggest decision for the day is choosing between tacos al pastor or tacos camaron, it's easy to forget the little things, like hygiene. We came home just before hurricane Sandra touched down and on Saturday, a full two days after Thanksgiving, Dylan told me she still had Thanksgiving in her teeth. Please don't tell her dentist that.
So yeah, Cabo's Cabo. Sometimes that's exactly what we need.