We though, enough wet weather! Let’s just jump on a plane and find somewhere hot! And so we did.
Just four hours from Seattle, at the tip of Baja California are Los Cabos. We opted for a charming ’70s resort called La Posada Real.
Friday afternoon – straight out on to the beach with an (all-inclusive) Dos Equis and two nights of fun to look forward to!
Checking out the beach from a lifeguard tower.
You want cheese? I can do cheese!
On the Saturday afternoon, we walked up to town through a fantastic estuary and bird sanctuary that only slightly smelled of sewage.
The town of San Jose del Cabo is pretty darn quaint – and knows it.
The lovely Mission-style church looks out over a square that was home to a fun local festival of food and performance.
We watched the action from La Internacional, a stunningly cool ’40s style diner – it felt like Casablanca (film, not town).
Here’s Karen looking sexier than Ingrid Bergman.
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