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.