Cabo without the Wabo

"Cabo Wabo" refers to the wobble you do when trying to get home after too much tequila. We have not been doing any wabo-ing since we got here, but we're still having a blast. When we walked into the hotel's open-air lobby, the guy greeted us by saying, "Welcome to the Marquis los Cabos!" and a whale surfaced and blew out of its blowhole as if on cue behind him. It was perfect. Since then, we've seen probably 50 whales, mamas and babies, and lots of fish jumping around. The first couple of days, we were two of only about 20 people at the resort, so it was quiet and perfect for sitting next to the pool and reading our books. And despite slathering 30 SPF all over ourselves, we both still got a little burnt. But we've been staying out of the sun and enjoying ourselves immensely.

Friday morning found us on a two-hour beach horseback ride. Michael (I'm giving up trying to keep his name out of this thing) told the workers that I was an "experta," which mortified me a little, mostly because I thought they'd give me a crazy horse, but Ballo was like a pussy cat, and I had a great time. Michael got the slowest horse of the bunch, Gereno. One of the guides had to ride next to Michael for the first hour, whipping the horse and forcing him forward. And, at one point, Michael was hitting the horse's rear with the extra lead, and the knot on the end got stuck ... er ... under Gereno's tail. In a quite uncomfortable spot. Uh, yuck. But Gereno was much more inclined to trot home than he was to go away, so the way back was less eventful.

Today we went downtown to see the shopping situation and ate at Cabo Wabo Cantina, where I had a delicious strawberry margarita and ate lobster tacos. We got a couple little things for Elijah at the mall, then headed back to the hotel for some pool time before the nightly dinner. Tonight we ate at Sunset da Mona Lisa restaurant - the view was AMAZING. So gorgeous. The food was pretty good too.

So, each night Michael's company, along with paying for this whole trip and any drinks you order from 11 a.m. to 11 p.m. every day, leaves gifts for us in our room. Thursday night we came in to find a camera, Friday we got sunglasses for both of us, and tonight we got a canvas beach bag, Michael got a North Face jacket, and I got a dress. This dress feels like heaven. The silk is fantastic, and the colors are really pretty. Only problem? The colors make me look like I'm dead. And the style makes me look like I'm pregnant. I think, okay, I can just sell this on eBay or something, right? No big deal. Oh, but here's another problem -- in order for Michael's company to write this stuff off on taxes, they have to put their name on everything. So this dress, this gorgeous silk dress, has the name of the company embroidered at the hem. Sure, the thread is the same color as the dress and no one could see it if they weren't searching for it. But it still makes me a little depressed. Maybe I'll use it as a nightgown. ... Wouldn't that be sad? I don't know what to do with it. Maybe I should just keep it and see if it looks as bad on me as I think it does. Sad.

Tomorrow Michael is going surfing, and I get the morning by the pool and a massage in the afternoon. Sigh. I love vacation. There's just this nagging feeling that I'm missing something... or someone ... a tiny someone, to be more specific. Even though we've video chatted with him every day, I still find myself wishing I had Elijah here. I cannot wait to squeeze that baby. Only 3 days left!