There’s always just a bit of guilt about it all, isn’t there, leaving home like we do? I know . . . like why is that? Mostly it goes away once you are airborne but not always, although this time it did, at least for now anyway. BodhiBoy MegaStar and Franklin the Dink are presently in the very capable hands of house sitters, leaving us free and easy to make our way South in search of sun in the desert glow of San Jose Del Cabo. Know it? Probably. It’s the quieter, more mature sibling of Cabo San Lucas. I’ve never written about it before, but I guess I am now.
Blvd. Antonio Mijares, San Jose Del Cabo
In a way we are a long way from home down here, but I don’t know, maybe this is home now too. It’s starting to feel that way and as much as anything, in the end isn’t that what home is? I think so. I like home, and I like it here.
Hard not to and believe me, I tried VERY hard not to, but every morning its waiting for me outside that great wooden door . . . a swirl of Pink Lady on yellow mango mixed with a touch of grenadine, all splashed over a brilliant Cerulean blue . . . SUNRISE! It hits different down here . . . less edge . . . more like a warm hug from an old friend . . . makes me happy . . . what the fuck?
Thursday Night Art Walk, San Jose Del Cabo
“We’ll know it when we see it,” that’s what we said before toddling off, but what exactly was IT? Well, IT (a particular piece of art) had to move us in some emotional sense, reflect this unique part of Mexico and have been created by a local artist, that’s pretty much IT . . . and we were hoping to find IT somewhere along the famous San Jose Thursday Night Art Walk.
The Art Walk is amazing: row upon row of local artists in the town square, everything you could possibly imagine on display and ready for purchase. And it’s not just the town square. Walk down the flag fluttering streets that surround it and you see shops, restaurants, bars, buskers, traditional dancers – humanity on the move, being brilliant, living life.
Oh, and we found IT too because well, we kind of had to.
Maro, he’s a local Los Cabos artist and can be found on Facebook or Instagram. IT fits the wall perfectly, don’t you think? Our first new work of art for the condo. Next step now is to accessorize around our centrepiece; cushions, blankets, blinds, maybe a lamp or two and of course . . . more art! Art!! It’s a fucking state of mind man, that’s it! So simple. Let yourself go and be free. Wow! How did it take me so long to figure this out?
Takes me a long time for a lot of things I guess. Fourth time down here and I just started driving and you know what? We’re like totally fine, and the World just got a little bit bigger. Who knew? Well, besides like . . . everybody? Anyway, here’s what I’ve discovered: nobody stops at stop signs, signal lights are optional, I have no idea what the speed limits are anywhere, the speed bumps are lethal and so are the potholes, and people are courteous. No really, everyone makes eye contact with everybody else, and we all move along in a disorderly orderly fashion. If you think about it, not a bad way to live one’s life, is it?
And I don’t want to leave. At 6:30 this morning it was already 21 degrees Celsius; the sliding doors were opened allowing a gentle cross breeze to flow through; I like to think that it washed away my sleep. My shorts are board, and my feet bare, and I can hear a gecko squawking somewhere in the garden. There are mourning doves in the palm trees by the pool and also these other little birds who almost scream at each other and squabble incessantly. I like them.
Today it will be muy caliente, just like yesterday and probably tomorrow. I’ll forget to put on sunscreen and then remember when everything starts to feel a bit hot, but I’ll tell myself and Max and anyone else close by that “I’m Italian and don’t need it anyway,” which is total bullshit, and I will realize this later in the shower when the hot water hits that reddish coloured skin and I howl in pain. Tomorrow is a beach day so you can guarantee that this stupidity will be repeated. We’ve been here well over a week now and the Sun still finds fresh white skin on me to singe.
Today is Sunday so I am working very hard at resting and reflecting, out here on the patio with a fresh cup of coffee, a novel and the Sunday Times. Eventually I will make my way to the pool. There are other people at the pool . . . and I will talk to those people. Whoa!! Right?? And . . . I like these people too! Oh. My. God.
Later I think we’ll walk down to the beach. Supposedly there are some big ass waves rolling in; not Portugal big or anything but the sea is rough. Maybe if we are lucky we’ll see a whale. And then eat ice cream. Followed by siesta. Did I mention that I don’t want to leave? Well . . . we are here for a bit longer and there is lots to be excited about in the coming week. I’ll let you know how it goes, I promise, as it’s going. Right now though, the Sun is calling me out and promising not to burn me. I know it’s a lie but I’m going anyway. Adios me amigos y amigas!!!