Sea Lion anyone? (Or seal I don't know...)
Riley is still a little disappointed that we did not
a) get bit by a shark
b) see someone else get bit by a shark
c) see shark fins while we were in the water
d) see shark fins at all
e) all of the above
This little beach is called Lover's beach. There is also a divorce beach. Who goes there instead?!
"Uh, honey, I really think we ought to head to divorce beach today...and have a little talk..."
The recent hurricane made lover's beach much smaller than normal. But still. It's like breaking a mirror. You don't really think of yourself as superstitious but no one breaks a mirror on purpose just to tempt fate. In the same way, I don't care how small lover's beach is...no visiting divorce beach! Ever!
And somewhere down in Cabo the locals are laughing at the stupid Americans for going to teeny tiny lover's beach instead of the large, glorious, paradisical divorce beach, all because of what they named it.
Well played, locals of Cabo. Well played.
Why do I look like a posable doll here. Seriously...what is up with my head angle. I don't look real...
The last rocks at the end of the sea and the ocean. Where they meet.
The arches. Before the hurricane, the arch area was traversable by foot. You could walk under the arch and across the area on dry sand. No more. Now it is completely submerged.
Do you like how we perfectly positioned our heads to block out the many, many boats and made it look like we were the only ones near the arches? Sometimes I think we are brilliant.
Our Hotel
One more last look at the arches. Adios.
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