The rest of the family arrived as planned and we were soon making plans for the week. In the end, the guys went fishing in Los Cabos and the ladies spent that day by the pool and enjoyed the sunset on the terrace while we waited for the men to return triumphant, which they did. Leon caught a dorado (mahi mahi) and the others caught a tuna each. They would have been happy to catch and release but Leon said the crew had clubbed the poor fish to death before they had time to discuss it. So I guess the crew had some fresh mahi mahi and tuna sushi for dinner that night. Too bad. I had been deep sea fishing years ago and the local restaurant had been glad to grill our dorado and serve it to us for a small fee. But I can’t complain, the food at the resort was plentiful and I ate my fill of fish and seafood all week, including paella served by the pool on our last day.
One neat thing they do when fisherman have a catch is that the boat comes to shore flying a banner for each fish caught.
Leon bought a dorado banner for us to display near our bar during a shopping trip in San Jose del Cabo later that week. The village is just a 20 min walk from our hotel, so we all decided to visit on Art Walk day (Thursday) to take in the local flavour. The village boast a lovely old church, historic district lots of restaurants and a main plaza where folkloric dancing was to take place. We did a bit of shopping and walked back to our hotel with a nice stop at a local taco bar where I drank a very respectable sangria. Yum! Little Griffin was tired, so dinner was back at the resort – the usual buffet. Poor guy, it turned out the day had been too much for him because his parents had to call guest services in the middle of the night to have their sheets changed after he vomited all over the bed. Oh yuck That was the only unpleasant part of the trip, I promise. And I wasn’t even there to witness this unpleasantness, thankfully!