Sunset Behind a Desk

When David and I were in Cabo the consierge recommended a restaurant called "Mona Lisa's". "The view is spectacular." he said. Even the taxi driver remarked about how beautiful it was. They weren't kidding, the place was set like a princess cut diamond on top of a cliff overlooking the ocean and we were just in time for the famous sunset. The waiter showed us to our table and to my dismay it was INSIDE!! I looked at my usually oh-so-assertive husband to protest but he just sat down. I tried to look at the bright side- I wouldn't be getting chilly from those ocean breezes. I do hate being cold...except that it was really quite lovely out there, perfect in fact. "Shouldn't we be at one of those cute little tables overlooking the ocean?" I wondered. Instead I was behind one of those waiter's station desk things, with no view whatsoever. David seemed fine with it and was perusing the menu with the light from the computer monitor illuminating his head. But I didn't say anything.

It is a mistake in Cabo to ask the waiter for a recommendation because they all recommend the same thing -shrimp and lobster- the most expensive thing on the menu and they are so enthusiastic that you feel badly if you don't get it. So I substituted steak for the pacific lobster,which I really don't like, and there I was, eating food that I didn't really want at a table that was a big disappointment. I am ashamed to say that we started to bicker. Finally I said "And I am not going to spend another sunset behind a desk!!". "Why didn't you say something?" he said "We could have waited for a table out there." He admitted that he gets tired of fighting for things in his line of work and didn't feel like working to get a better table. Oh.

By this time all the sunsetters had cleared out and we ate our dessert under the stars listening to the ocean waves.

Destinations

In my last post I wrote about packing for my vacation in "Cabo St Lucas" and when I got there I realized how geographically challenged I am, because the signs all said Cabo San Lucas. My point is I had no idea where we were going, as I leave the details to my husband, who is good at that sort of thing. He has to be if we are ever to get anywhere.

Our resort was between Cabo and San Jose, and offered what we were seeking most- tropical beauty and an oasis far away from my husband's clients. All of the beauty and distance could not stop us from worrying about our five children, who are are at warious stages of life. Our conversations would turn to wondering how they were doing etc... Over and over.

Cabo is a lovely place. A fine piece of Earth's real estate. But someday I will go to the most amazing place where my Father is waiting for me. In fact His word says that He is thinking of me nonstop. And you too.

We're home. It's great to be home.

Packing

I'm headed for Cabo St Lucas tomorrow- actually in a few hours. I will forget something very obvious, I'm sure. But I will have my new crochet books, hooks, and beads. I want to try crocheting with wire. I should have bought nice, new, white tee-shirts, but instead my car turned into the Hobby Lobby craft store...

Coincidentally, I received my Real Simple Travel issue today and I shared with David, my husband, that one of the golf courses in Cabo was deemed "worth the greens fee". He said that we were staying there but wasn't taking his clubs because he didn't want to spend time away from me, which is so sweet it brings a tear to my eye.

I'm still taking my crocheting stuff.