I left my heart in Cabo

Our trip to Cabo was an amazing escape for a week, and I am so sad it's over!

The trip started out stressful after a long week at work.  To preface this, I'll admit - I am not the worlds greatest packer (on one occasion, I forgot to pack any tops - plenty of skirts, pants, and shorts, but not a single shirt)  Anyways, I ended up rushing out of the office, and realized once I got home that I'd left my packing list on my desk at work.  Dah!

Luckily, I had my swimsuits, and magazines, so I knew I'd be ok....

The next morning, we were up bright and early to catch our flight, and after breezing through security, we had a leisurely breakfast, and I stocked up on a few more essentials for our flight (candy for Kris, and a coffee the size of my head for me).

After 3 hours, a margarita, and two episodes of Dexter later, we arrived in hot and humid Cabo.  All the bags and surf boards arrived without a hitch, and after passing through customs, we rented a car.  Kris strapped his boards to the top, and I supervised in the late afternoon sunshine.  In just 10 minutes in the humidity, my hair curled right up - and for the first time in the history of my hair, humidity actually made it BETTER...

The trip was off to a great start!

The drive to our hotel was really beautiful.  There were tons of cactus everywhere, and the mountains looked really dramatic in the late afternoon sunlight.

The closer we got to the coast, the darker the sky became, which made for a really beautiful sunset... unfortunately there are no pics of the actual sunset...

We got to the hotel around dark, and I was amazed at the size of our villa!  It was bigger than our apartment!!  I decided immediately that we were never leaving.

From the humongous bed, to the deep soaking tub, and the kitchen with wrap around granite counter-tops, I was sold.  I loved all the lanterns with the intricate detailing, and warm glow.

We had a late dinner, and a few margaritas later, fell into bed for one of the best sleeps of my life.

The next morning we woke up to perfectly blue skies, and had breakfast on our balcony overlooking the pool and the ocean beyond.  I'm pretty sure I could do this every day and never get tired of it...

Back at home, we had rented an incredible lens for our DSLR camera - it had a 450 zoom lens, which meant that from the comfort of my lounge chair, I could take really clear photos of Kris as he surfed breaks far out from the beach.  

Another highlight for me??  Our hotel had amazing cabanas on the beach for private massages, and with the crashing waves as the soundtrack, I became convinced that I would never go back home.  I would have to find an internet connection to email my boss that I wanted the contents of my office packed up and shipped off ASAP.  Kris just kept laughing at me, but I had a solid plan in place.

The rest of the vacation was spent doing a lot of this...

Drinking a lot of these...

And eating A LOT of these...

Unfortunately, despite my very convincing arguments that we could become professional margarita tasters in Mexico, Kris and I flew back home, and in a matter of minutes, the sky went from this...

To this... 

Back to the foggy city by the bay... Mark Twain said... "The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco".  Couldn't have said it better myself...