The Beach

Mid way through our trip we ventured back into downtown Cabo to hit the beach at our resort's sister hotel so we could play on their beach (the beach at our hotel, while gorgeous, is the pacific ocean so no swimming etc...)

Seriously, at this point, four days in, I had honestly doubled in body size! Spinach and breakfast burritos you are my lover.

The other hotel was equally as gorgeous, just a bit less new, and FAR far more crowded. The beach downtown, which was not private like at our hotel was a hot mess of action and vendors and people who shouldn't be in bikinis rocking them like they ain't got no cares in the world.

This pictures is SUPREMELY misleading... that whole beach front sandy area is swarming with vendors and tourists at ALL times. Super beautiful and relaxing though!

We lounged on the beach a bit and people watched, and then we decided to take a glass bottom boat ride. A) we needed something to do with Gwen B) my mom is obsessed with fish and the water but hates getting in a swimsuit so this was a good activity for her and C) I was going to die if we sat on the beach any longer and Gwen kept asking me for everything every vendor walked by with!

Gwen is pointing at some swans in this photo that seem to have mysteriously disappeared from the picture. Yes, our hotel had swans too, but Gwen especially like these ones... who knows why...

Please at this time note the floor of our boat. It is not exactly glass. Ok, it is not glass at all. Or plexiglass, or ANYTHING see throughish at all. I have been on other glass bottom boats in other warm locales and this boat really took the cake. There was a sliver, and I mean a sliver of very frosted, dirty viewing area in the middle of the boat. I saw two fishes. My mom and Gwen loved being on the water though and even wind blown, underwhelmed by the ocean life me had to admit the scenery was gorgeous and the sea lions adorable (albeit stinky).

Are there any cuter parents out there? Nope.

One of my fav photos from the whole Cabo trip

After our boat excursion we signed up to ride camels the next day (more on that hot mess action later) and then ate some lunch and well, then my world fell apart.

One Mexico complaint... they NEVER put cheese on tacos. And when I would ask they would literally cut up a Kraft slice. Uhh? No thanks!

Please can I have her confidence in herself? Please? Just an ounce of it?

If anyone was happier about eating a plethora of desserts (one at every meal please) than me it was this girl!

Ok, so lunch was over and I was faced with my worst life nightmare ever. EVER people. EVER. Gwen had been begging since we LANDED in Mexico and she saw another tourist (thanks random airport girl) with her hair braided to get hers done. I hate braided hair for no reason other than it is touristy and lame, and it makes me concerned about lice and awkward sunburns and ok, so there is no real reason, I just hate it. And I like my gorgeous Gwen to be just that, gorgeous, not some child who wants to try fun things ok? Oh lord I am a terrible mother. Anyway, as this was now day four or five of constant begging and we were at the beach where they do it... and we had no plans... and my parents both sat there all of lunch and encouraged it I was kind of stuck. I tried one last time to tell Gwen how the beads would hurt her in her sleep, and how long it would take etc... but she was convinced she needed it... and thus we ended up on the beach getting Bo Derricked.

So excited to have worn me down

30 minutes later, losing patience and dealing with an itchy bum, and shockingly enough she is less excited!

The final outcome was not nearly as heinous as I thought it was going to be. But don't tell Gwen I said so.

Back at our hotel that night my mom revealed that she had secretly signed us all up for the pirate themed dinner/show/ridiculousness at the hotel that night. I was a bit sunburned, and not enthused about this plan. Not enthused at all. My mom tried to guilt me into feeling like a poor sport, so of course I got it together and handled things super maturely. I found the most piratey thing in my vacation wardrobe (actually, the McQueen skull scarf is pretty apropos) and came out ready to go eat and threw in her face how perfectly attired I was. She was not as impressed as I would have liked her to be with my one upmanship and clearly good sportsmanship.

Skull scarf, braids... motley crue.

Pirate dinner, or vacation prom... also, my mom insists on being super early to everything. Note how we are almost done eating and some people haven't even arrived yet! It was a long night watching the program long after I had finished eating.

The DJ of the event loved Gwen and her ridiculous dancing and took her requests all night. I feel for the other guests who like Gangnam Style and Lady Gaga less than Gwen. 

PS I did not teach her these moves... clearly (based on the picture above) I am a far superior dancer than this...

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