Day 3 – Monday

Okay, I know this is weird, but the food around here is really starting to get to me. And the little guy at the omelet station is number one on my list. It's not hard to cook an omelet, but this guy is a freak.. He takes all of the ingredients and dumps them into a bowl and cooks them into a big flat fried egg. No cooking the egg and neatly folding the ingredients in. Just dump and cook, and use the same amount of egg no matter what or how much of an ingredient you ask for in the omelet. I know this sounds picky, but how the heck can you mess up breakfast? It's only an egg for goodness sakes!

I try to pass up the omelet station so he can't get to me. Well, we have a choice mass produced scrambled eggs that are a nasty color. The worst thing is that they label them “NATURAL SCRAMBLED EGGS” like the label like that will really fool us. If they are natural you really don't need to put the label. Eggs have a certain smell and texture – but you can fool us tourists by putting on a label!!!! NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Then there are the plastic mass produced eggs Benedict style. Twenty of them in a a bowl, complete with a questionable slimy yellow sauce that has gelled over a cracked, that sits on top of bread left over from last night's dinner. Whatever didn't go well at dinner seems to show up at breakfast, or at least that's the way it appears to me. And then there is the half cooked potatoes – yum – still semi-raw and crunchy! The best potatoes of the week are the type like you get at McDonald's where they are served in little frozen triangle. Geez, this is supposed to be a 5-star hotel and they can't even do breakfast right.

The best quote of the week comes from my 8-year-old daughter. She says the Omelet guy (I refuse to call him a chef) figures that all the food ends up in the same place so why not cook it that way? As the week goes on I get more absurd – lets go down the buffet and pick up potatoes and bacon and ham and whatever else I fancy and mix them together and ask him to cook it. He puts it all in the same size bowl every time and one ladle of the eggs and cook the mound of whatever the same way every time. I know I'm obsessing now, but the more the food gets to me the more I notice now the whole food deal is getting to me and I'm starting to go NUTS.

We walk up to the corner and catch the bus into Cabos san Lucas (CSL) and for 13 pesos were off to town. The bus stops at every resort and golf course. The ride is gorgeous!!! The courses here are world class, and you can't see much but what you can see make me wish I was out there playing. I learn that he green fees range from $180 to $240 a round, $150 to 190 at twilight rates. They are nice, but my game is not good enough to pay that price so I'll wait and play when I get home. Vacation time is special and I'd rather spend it with my wife and daughter than on a golf course.

We're not sure where to get off. I ask the driver in my very poor Spanish. He grumbles and points and we get off at the right spot. The Mall here is new, and is going to be a super place when they get it filled up. Wow is it pretty! You walk through and out the back door and you are in the marina. If you have ever been to South Beach in Miami you will understand how this looks, When all the restaurants and bars fill the back side of the mall it will be just like Miami.

We walk around the Marina looking at the multi-million dollar yachts. I bet it would be fun to be on a yacht and travel down here. It's fun to notice where they are from, most from the USA and all are beautiful. Have you ever noticed that being on a yacht makes a person nice? You can be a lowly peon walking through the marina and wave to a person on a yacht and they will wave back every time. I like that! It's nice to be nice!

We walk around the corner out of the marina going up to the street and I hear “Amigo, want to take picture?” I turn to my left top see GODZILLA in my face. My heart jumps about 50-feet in the air. I'm not afraid of these wonderful lizards, but he took me by surprise and I kind of had to “check my shorts” if you know what I mean. It was about 2-inches from my face, and that close it looked like the lizards that were in the “monster who ate Tokyo” movies from when we were little.

My daughter sees my reacting and didn't know what to say until the guy turns to her and says “what about you, take picture?” Heather then turns into an Olympic sprinter and takes off running down the street. I think she was totally convinced that she is about to be consumed whole and her new home will be the stomach of a reptile. He took me by surprise, but he scared the poop out of her. Now I was mad. I turned and the protective father came out as my wife went after my daughter and I went after the jerk who didn't have any manners at all. I think he understood how upset I was when his “wanna take picture?” changed to “I'm sorry amigo, you can take picture for free?”

We go on down the street, starting to get things into prospective and laughing about the “lizard that at Cabos”. We see the Hard Rock Cafe and our faces brighten!!! We are Hard Rock nuts and the sight of a Hard Rock we have never been to is a beautiful sight. We go in and are greeted like Hard Rock VIP's should be greeted. If you are not members of the Hard Rock VIP club you should be. It puts a new prospective in a visit to a Hard Rock Cafe.

They take my video camera and shoot half our meal there. The waiters all mugging for the camera. Our food comes and it is fantastic!!! I think at one point that everyone who works there got into the action. The Cabos hard Rock is small, but the staff is very friendly and the food was excellent, even better than at most Hard Rock Cafes. They give us so much food we have extra to bring back to the hotel. We have a small refrigerator in our room and we must have had 10-12 chicken strips to take back. They really came in handy at the end of the day as you will read later.

After lunch we poke around a bit more and come to the conclusion that in 5-years you will not be able to tell the difference between Cabos and the party center in Cancun. They are really getting ready to separate teenagers and their parents money. I bet spring break here is almost as special as it is in Cancun.

I'll continue this with part two of day 3 --- good place to stop if you need a break!