The idea of Cabo was to simply relax for 8 nights. We divided the stay between two accommodations, one reasonably priced, the other not so much! We were absolutely spoilt in the first four days at the Cabo Vista Hotel. Although a little out of town and a walk to the beach, the girls at the accommodation couldn’t have been more generous. We were loaded up with beach towels and an umbrella each day and encouraged to take snacks from the all-day breakfast buffet! When we asked for a local restaurant recommendation, they phoned ahead to their favourite place, translated the menu and wrote down our orders on a piece of paper. When we turned up, we handed them the post-it note with our pre order and sat on one of the two restaurant tables and watched as locals piled in and out. When our meals arrived something seemed to have been lost in translation as Adam was quite certain his meat was is fact not beef but some sort of organ. As they had absolutely no English, Adam tried his age old trick of body part charades with the waitress and worked out that it was liver. Its about the only time I can recall Adam not eating his meal!

When we moved on to the more expensive Bahia Hotel we were a little disappointed. We hadn’t spent decent money on accommodation for over 7 months, so our expectations were high and disappointingly not immediately met. It seemed there was an extra charge for everything, and it took a bit to settle into. Aside from that we had a nice stay, we made platters, ate tacos, sat by the pool and enjoyed the luxuries of white linen, toiletries and a hairdryer!

Cabo itself was nothing like the previous Mexican destinations we had visited and loved. The ATMs offered US dollars, it was more common to hear English being spoken than Spanish and the ‘relaxing’ beaches were full of young ‘spring break’ style Americans and poor Mexicans trying to sell anything from hand crafted timber platters to jewellery. Most things were overpriced because they could be, and it felt overrun by tacky tourists.

One advantage of this was the availability of many restaurants, and the food was mostly great. We had fabulous steak, unbelievable ceviche, we stumbled across a super cheap taco place which had the most delicious tender beef and a salad buffet, so you could top your taco with whatever you wanted. Each day at the beach there was a Mexican couple who would set up under a beach umbrella with their three huge pots and serve the flood of local’s pork, chicken or beef tacos until they ran out.

I read about an older local man who was running a small restaurant in the back streets. He had had a musical career when he was younger and an obsession with The Beatles that had taken over his three-table restaurant in the form of discoloured posters and flyers littering every wall. The main reason for visiting this one man show, was that after taking our orders and then cooking our tacos and empanadas, he came out to the restaurant, started the CD player and sung along to the likes of The Beatles and Frank Sinatra, at the top of his beautiful voice, with hilarious mini musical instruments to add to the show. It was something to see!

Our last night of the trip we spent at the hotel restaurant which had a bustling atmosphere, live music and yummy menu. I had been struck with Mexican belly, so it wasn’t the most extravagant of dinners, but it was nice to sit and reflect on the 7 months that was, even if we were in total disbelief that the next day was our last.