Hugo and I just returned from a fun-filled, super relaxing week at a five-star resort just north of Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. After cancelling our pre-planned Hawaii trip due to inclement weather as a result of westward moving Hurricane Erick, Hugo trusted my judgement and we rerouted South. I found the Westin and, better yet, their cliff-side outcropping of private, deluxe villas called Baja Point, and what an amazing find it was. So many wonderful things to say about this place and to be quite honest, pictures just don’t do it justice.
It was our first time back to Mexico in a long time, after a much younger Hugo and KK spent a drunken night in Tijuana many moons ago. This trip to Mexico was a complete 180° from our prior trip in more ways than one – the resort was absolutely breathtaking, the food was phenomenal and our emphasis was on mindful resting and recuperation of our spirits, as we took a short, six day jaunt away from work and the bustle of Los Angeles.
As my blaring alarm went off at 3:30am sharp this morning, for a brief, fleeting moment I thought, “What is that hideous, annoying noise?” It was right at that moment that I realized it was time to return to work today. I dragged my sunburned ass out of bed, into the shower and off to meet my annoying carpool partner Mouse I went (you may remember Mouse from a prior post of two – if not, read up). I parked my car at our meeting spot, just shy of an hour after waking up, and got into the passenger seat of our shared, work vehicle. As soon as I opened the car door, the gross smell of Mouse’s cheap cologne wafted out of the car and I remembered just how much I hate carpooling. More importantly, just how much I dislike carpooling with him.
Maybe it is because I got a new job offer via text from a prior supervisor during our Mexico trip or maybe it was just the rough harshness of returning to work after a week out of country but either way, I wasn’t having it this morning. To be honest, I inch closer and closer to not wanting to have any of it anymore, day after day. The job offer entails transferring to a work location that doesn’t require carpooling and gives me a bit more flexibility with my schedule but my only hang-up right now is the risk of leaving a comfortable work environment that I may regret. Hugo and I will have to discuss it further over the weekend as we marinate on yet another life choice together.
I digress. Cabo San Lucas, or the small portion of it that I experienced from our luxury resort, was outstanding. We rested and slept, sometimes in the fluffy King bed and other times on the cabana couches poolside. We ate, most of the time in the high-end, rooftop restaurant and always a lot. And we soaked up each other’s company – Hugo enjoying time with me and I with him. Sometimes with our work schedules we can go up to five days without more than 5 minutes together so trips where we enjoy us are beyond important to our happiness and health as a couple. Most importantly though, there is no one I would rather travel the world with, experience new and routine things with and rest my head on while taxing down a runway towards a new destination and adventure in this thing called life.