GREETINGS from south of the border!  It's Saturday and that's right - WE"RE IN MEXICO!  Can you say Cabo San Lucas?  Sure you can - we did!  Look, it sounds simple, but getting into Mexico from the United States is a lot harder than doing the reverse!  We had to have passports, proof of return tickets, go through metal detectors, sign papers - how come if you wanna come to the U.S. from Mexico all you have to do is walk across the border at San Diego?  We're not up on international diplomacy, but it sure seems odd to us.

Speaking of odd, you should've seen the looks on the people's faces at the airport when Kevin went through the metal detector.  The plate in his head (from a tragic childhood wolverine hunting accident - don't ask) lit that machine up like a Roman candle at an oil refinery.  When they couldn't figure out what was setting it off, he volunteered for a body cavity search.  Let's just say a 250 lb minimum wage black woman in stretch pants performing a strip search on him is an image that wil haunt most of us the rest of their lives!

When we finally arrived in Cabo the airport was sedate and calm - NOT!  Talk about absolute chaos!  It was worse than pack of timber wolves fighting over a day old buzzard carcass.   Finding our driver and getting to the hotel alive and without signing up for 20 free time share tours was a major task in and of itself.  But we did succeed and spent the rest of the day recovering by the pool and drinking heavily.  Oh, and we now have complete mastery of the Spanish language - "dos cervzas por favor"...

      
Kevin loved the body cavity search - but it's not for everyone!        Security check to get into Mexico? You're kidding!

      
Ahhhh - a bar right at the airport taxi stand!                                CABO BABY! - Now that's what we're talking about!