Monday, December 19, 2011
“Excuse me, where are you staying?” A man in a bright orange shirt tries to halt us before I can make a break for the door.
“I know where to go, thanks,” I proclaim. This was half true. I wasn’t 100% sure where to go, but I was 90% sure that if I listened to this guy, I would be sucked into a timeshare presentation.
“You’re going the wrong way.”
I stop, look back, and see Kyreen standing in front of him.
“See? You’re going towards ‘residents’,” he continues. “You need to go the other way. Where are you staying?”
“Cabo Azul,” she blurts. It doesn’t matter where we’re staying. On one exit, a sign reads “residents”. On the other, “groups”. Now, we’re in a group, but not on a tour. We’re not residents, but we are flying in technically as individuals. But that doesn’t matter. The man had us and we were walking toward the counter.
The guy behind the counter was a fast, smooth talking guy with a stocky build. Sub in a Brooklyn/Filipino accent and he’d easily be my uncle Rene. He talks fast so and grabs our attention with promises of free transportation and fun excursions. We bite. Dammit, we bite.
We eventually walked right out of the doors I was headed towards in the first place. “Residents”. Yeah, right. We hop into our now “free” taxi ride to our resort, awaiting our first excursion of our adventure – a timeshare presentation in the morning. Yay me.
On the upside, we got 2 bottles of tequila, a free ride, and a free zip-lining adventure for 4. All for the price of 3 hours, countless “no’s”, and a little bit of my dignity. Win.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Every year my family gets together in Cabo, MX. This will be my 3rd time here and it never gets old. Time with family is a rarity for me since I live so far away from them and I do my best to make sure every moment with them counts. I think it’s fair to say that the moments counted.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
While I’m no stranger to poorly written paragraphs, this would be the first time I’ve dedicated a time and space on the internet to record my life. I’ve always viewed social networks like Myspace and Facebook as a way to interact with people. While I do realize that these avenues evolve into other things such as “sharing” and “following”, I’ve always found it rather inappropriate for me to post 800 words on someone’s wall or to clutter someone’s stream with yet another picture of my dog.
Instead, I’ve decided to start a journal for my family to know what I’ve been up to. It’s a good excuse for me to disconnect and reflect on my day and my family reaps the benefit knowing just exactly how I convince myself that my life isn’t really that mundane (it is). I guess what I’m saying is that I’m doing this for myself, but I’ve somehow convinced myself that I’m doing it for my family so I’m forced to stick with it. Whatever works, I say.
That being said, let us begin.
Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad. It’s Glen.