Daily Archives: 2009-02-24

The Grumpy Bunch – Cabo San Lucas, Mexico

We had to take a tender into Cabo San Lucas which meant waiting in lines to board a little boat. The boat sped through the waves and let us off on the pier. My sister and nephews didn’t seem too excited about the ride but I happily snapped photos anyway. One day they would be grateful to have memories to look back on.

We walked for what seemed like forever on the search for a few select items. Nubian was obsessed with finding the next book in the series he was reading. It was frustrating that they had every one in the collection except the one he was looking for. I checked with a book exchange at a hotel I knew of but came up only with Star Wars. He thanked me for trying but I could see the disappointment on his face.

We padded along the hot cement marina taking a time out in the air conditioned mall. We found a few of the necessities we were after but still, no book. Khaalid found a marionette puppet that he absolutely had to have. I tried to convince him it would be much cheaper at the next port and probably better quality. Aunties travel experience did not impress him. He wanted the toy now and put on his best sulk possible.

By the end of the day, we were quite a grumpy bunch, hot and thirsty. We had done a lot of walking, in fact, I logged a good 10 km on my pedometer. We paused for a moment near the tender pier to watch a remarkable boy of about six drumming his heart out. It looked like a family band but this little man was clearly the star of the show. I gently pointed out to my nephews that in this country, children begin working very, very young. Their eyes softened a bit while they watched in appreciation and awe.

Later on after dinner, we tried to turn in early but the air conditioning in our room seemed to be broken. It kept spitting out cold air no matter how much we tried to adjust it. In the end, we had to leave the room while the electrical engineer came to fix it. I was grateful to have quiet time in the library in peace and silence. At one point, I looked up to see my precious family, heads in their books, lost in their stories. I smiled out loud but I don’t think any of them heard me.

Grateful for books.

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The Early Bird gets the Warm

This morning I decided to wake before the others to take in the sunrise. I had heard the captain announce yesterday that we may see whales and dolphins at daybreak near Cabo. I sure didn’t want to miss this! I tiptoed around the room getting my gym stuff so that I could head to the gym before breakfast. Just as I was slipping out the door, I remembered my camera so I could capture any sightings for my sleepy bunkmates.

I supposed I had been a little too eager when I realized that I was one of the only people wandering the decks. I think I had about an hour before the sun actually came up so I made my way to a coffee station and grabbed a muffin too.

After strolling around the deck a few times, I met up with a few other early birds. Jim was an older man who was taking video and Melanie was a petite redhead who I instantly hit it off with. We got to talking and I was impressed with her sweet independent nature. After finding we had a lot in common, we decided to make a date for the next morning.

Grateful for early birds.

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Ill-laxing

We dined in the Versailles dining room which has a French theme throughout. The food was well prepared and even better presented. They really take pride in making sure the food looks good which considering the amount of plates they serve, is quite impressive. The first night we all got to bed reasonably early, or at least I thought. I forgot that kids usually hit the sack much earlier.

Nubian was developing a nasty cough and has been battling an ear infection for the past while. Khaalid must have picked up some of the germs because he started coughing too. I wondered how long it would take for Trina and I to follow suit. In such small quarters, I could only imagine how quickly the bugs could multiply. I had a stern talk with my immune system and let it know in no uncertain terms that we would NOT be participating in this sickfest.

Sunday was our first sea day and we were glad that by mid-afternoon, the overcast sky had turned. We went up to the main deck to take some sun but it was soon clear we were not the only ones with that idea. While my nephew went for a dip in the salt water pool, my sis and I scanned the crowd for two empty chairs. It was like finding a needle in a haystack but finally we located a couple of the long lounge chairs side by side.

After a few minutes, my sister revealed that she wasn’t a sun person after all. No problem. We found a nice little table that was partly shaded where Trina contentedly sipped a cantalope smoothie. I tried to get into my book but I was distracted by the people watching.

There were some gently bopping their heads to the steel drum band from the Dominican. Others were partaking in the beverage service with vigor while they stewed their legs in the Jacuzzi. A few played cards while lots read. Others still were pretty much flat out lifeless on their deck chairs working up a nice little sunburn. As for me, I just sat there with a silly grin on my face knowing that we were sailing into the southern sun.

I am grateful for immunity.

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Good and Mustered

I was really happy that Trina felt that the kids were in good hands because that meant she could relax. And I don’t get to see that very often. In fact, my sister worries more than I think is healthy. I guess that’s not hard considering I don’t think worry is a very useful emotion in general.

I guess running your own business and having two T’ween boys is enough to stress out even the most patient of saints. As I am seeing. I think I have taken for granted in the past just how hard my sister works. She is a perfectionist with her photography and her people pleasing nature keeps her in a constant state of apology to her anxious brides when they begin their “polite“ whining to see their photos. I remember working in the wedding industry and the Bridezillas I met were not sensible or patient. How she deals with these demanding women, I will never know but she has earned my respect with her tolerance.

We got the kids unlimited drink wristbands which ensure they keep themselves hydrated. Next it was time for the mandatory muster drill and coincidentally, my feet began to ache unbearably. I laid on my bed with elevating my throbbing tootsies while the kids pulled out and curiously inspected their lifejackets. After the piercing alarm and the annoying announcement, Trina gently steered the boys out to the hallway. I pretended not to hear her assuring them Auntie would meet us there just as the door shut behind them.

After toying with the idea of skipping the monotonous exercise, I reminded myself that the little guys are depending on me. I groaned before hauling myself up to our muster station which happened to be in a dining room. We went through all the motions even belting on the bulky orange lifejackets before being released back to our cabins. It wasn’t as tedious as I remembered it to be and I ended up being glad I went, if only to appease the kids.

Grateful for safety.

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