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My Mexican journey started with a 640am flight out of Vancouver B.C., Canada. It was early March, and in Vancouver that means rain, or snow, or both. It definitely always means cold though. If you're anything like me, 640am is upsetting, especially since I have to be there at 5, and obviously have to put makeup on and look half decent. It's a vacation and I'm single! Lets be honest. I literally trudged my way through the airports (layover in San Fran), until finally I can see the coast and my destination getting closer! So exciting! There's a magic about foreign places that encapsulates you once it sets in. You can be yourself and do whatever you want. It's freeing.
Hop off the plane, and it's a humble airport. No bells or whistles. Doesn't matter though, I'm in Cabo San Lucas!! My friends (They're locals) I was meeting pick me up in this big black SUV, immediately I think 'Kidnapped!' In a good way ;). I'm informed that our first stop is a whole in the wall, family owned joint that few know about named, Mariscos El Toro Guero. I'm stoked! We get there, and a double tequila i set in front of me. I cringe. As much as I like my booze, tequila makes pure gasoline look good. I'm stared at by everyone, (I'm the only white person) and I jauntily throw it back. WORST! As I'm trying to get my bearings, a loud cheer erupts from the people in the restaurant. I laugh whole heartedly. The rest of the day/night is still a blur. I did find sand in weird places though! Ha!
