We
took Alaska Airlines' new non-stop service from Portland to Cabo San
Lucas, which got us to Cabo in almost exactly four hours. What a
difference not having to stop makes! We had pre-reserved an
airport transfer with Cabo San Lucas Tours, so we made our way through
the timeshare booths, and met our driver outside. In a matter of
minutes we were on our way to Cabo San Lucas!
It
took about 45 minutes to get to Los Milagros in downtown Cabo San
Lucas, but this gave us a chance to observe how much the area has
changed since we were last in Cabo. San Jose del Cabo now
extends down all the way to the Coral Baja, which was in the boonies
when we stayed there. New hotels and new restaurants populated
the corridor, as the ever-present mountain range graced the skyline to
the West.
The
Los Milagros Hotel was better than we ever imagined. Two blocks
from the pounding beat of Cabo Wabo, Giggling Marlin, and El Squid
Roe, once you passed through the gates into the hotel courtyard, it
seemed we had stepped into a different world. Total serenity,
peace and quiet, piped in soft violin music, lush tropical foliage,
incense and candles - it was like we were in a day spa. We met
Sandra, the owner, who is a wonderful person - just lovely. We
checked into our room, which was clean, fully equipped with wireless
internet, Cable TV, a kitchenette, a separate bedroom, and everything
else you could want.
We
met Leslie there, and walked down to the Marina to meet Marty and
Kathy at the office, located right in front of the Hotel Tesoro on the
marina, which was only a 5-minute walk from the hotel. They were
lovely people, and we shot the breeze for a bit before grabbing dinner
at Miguel's downtown on Marty's recommendation. The owners and
the chef, Omar, introduced themselves - very nice people. The
food was moderately priced (for Cabo) at about $17.00 a plate for Ribs
and Shrimp, both of which were quite tasty. The restaurant
had only recently opened and we were one of only two tables occupied
at the restaurant.
After dinner, we headed back to the hotel, where we parted ways with
Leslie, and went on a whirlwind tour of Cabo, as we looked for a
hangout that had music, but wasn't too loud. We passed by the
thumping rhythms of the Jungle Bar and Giggling Marlin, and settled in
at Las Quesadillas, where we downed Cervezas and Margaritas.
Scantily clad women dancing to latin beats were gracing the big screen
television, while other patrons dined on seafood.
