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Thursday, December 26, 2024

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Cabo-LG: Life Is Still Good

Cabo-LG: Life Is Still Good

I once thought college was the longest vacation of my life, but these "seamesters" make cold pizza seem overrated! Same hat, different day. I visited Cabo last September and wrote about it:


Today

So, a blogger walks into a bar...

¿Hay alguien que hable inglés?

In Cabo San Lucas, English is a second language, but money is the first. There's none of that confusing "Starting Saturday, we will be closed Friday" kind of Spanglish. The locals speak clear English, and Cabo feels decidedly "American."

Back in 1980, traveling outside the U.S. felt like disappearing from the world. But now, armed with a cell phone, laptop, and a Wi-Fi connection—or depending on the place, an ISDN modem—I’m as connected as I want to be, and so are the locals.

Mexico’s Pacific side reminds me of Los Angeles—the Valley, South Central, even the South Bay. It’s just another neighborhood, but with more flavor.

LG: Life Is Good in Cabo

I’ve embraced the local vibe with a “Colonel Kurtz” twist, drinking tequila and rocking a Hecho en México straw cowboy hat. The horror, the horror.

If 50 is the youth of old age, and Steffi Graf was right when she said, “Food is the sex of old age,” then analyze this: I had a guacamole-cheese-quesadilla gasm. In some parts of Mexico, I’d already be married to that tortilla.

As “Man of Many Hats Ed,” I can say: if you’re all wrapped up in yourself, you’re overdressed. Case in point: me, wrapped in a Brazilian flag during Cabo’s sunny afternoons.

Turismo

I’m retracing last year’s itinerary, but this time, I’m venturing beyond Puerto Vallarta. Sometimes, it’s not about where you go, but who you go with.

Mexico is ancient and eternal, telling its story in vibrant colors and slices of life. Even beneath my flip-flops, I can feel the earth’s rhythm. Today, surrounded by eager vendors and their offerings, I feel alive.

Now that I’ve left Alaskan weather behind, I can see clearly—no more rain, just sunshine. One nation, under Canada, above Mexico, and I am still an AmeriCAN, not an AmeriCAN'T.

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