There were many things about our holiday to Los Cabos and Todos Santos that didn’t make it into my other blogs. They were one-off, things we saw or heard as we sunned ourselves by pools, as we ate in restaurants or as we walked along streets or through resorts.

• “Have some of these Trump treats, they’re good.” said a dad as he handed a bag of Cheetos to his daughter. They were American, as evidenced by their accents.
• In Todos Santos a thin man had an equally thin horse on the Main Street. The horse was saddled and a medium-sized dog wearing a sombrero sat happily there. We though that perhaps it was a photo op, and that the man would be paid if someone took a photo of his pets. Later we saw the man ride away. He was sitting behind the saddle, the dog was still occupying that space.
• While we were sitting in the outside section of a cafe on the Main Street of Todos Santos, we noticed that an older-make sporty car kept driving by. As it passed the restaurant, music would blare, I guess to impress some local young people sitting near us. The third or fourth time it went by, as soon as the music turned on, the light of the police vehicle behind also turned on. The locals started laughing and took out their phones to record the embarrassing event.
• A woman was having trouble with her phone so she passed it to her husband. He took it and fiddled with it for a while and then asked incredulously why she had the app for the Clinton News Network (CNN) on her phone. Again, their accents said they were American.
• Young Mexican men like to wear sleeveless white t-shirts (undershirts) when they are not working and hanging out with young Mexican women.
• A woman had a pug on a leash in Todos Santos. She and her family took a seat at a bar table near us. She wrapped the leash around the table leg and they settled in to talk. Our food arrived and the pug, with her flowered collar, easily walked over to our table and parked herself at our feet, hoping for a treat. We brought this to the lady’s attention and she rushed over, exclaiming, “You know why she’s there, right? You have food. The silly bitch would sell me out for a sandwich.”
• Two older women were trying to pay their cafe bill, which was in pesos, with American dollars. They couldn’t understand the conversion. The young waiter was trying to tell them that the exchange rate was 18 pesos to the dollar. The ladies were rounding to 20 and couldn’t understand why the waiter wouldn’t take the money they were offering. He kept saying they weren’t paying enough and they kept saying but they were rounding higher so it should be more than enough. Finally one of the women turned to Dale and asked him, he was the only touristy-looking (meaning white) male around. Dale had the waiter use the calculator on his phone, dividing the total on the bill by 18. We told the women that amount and they paid it. However as they left we heard them discussing that they didn’t understand why dividing the bill by 20 didn’t work…
• We can check one more thing off our bucket list. We heard an excellent dual-guitar rendition of “Hotel California” while sitting in the guests-only section of the Hotel California. Before and after that, the talented guitar players offered up wonderful Spanish music. It made our little sitting area with wicker furniture, brightly coloured cushions and walls, with lots of flowering plants in pots scattered around, a very magical spot. In fact, that memory might become the happy place I go to when stressed or anxious.
• On a wall nearby where we were sitting in that magical spot in the Hotel California there was an image of the Virgin Mary. Several workers came by, touched it, crossed themselves and then kissed their hand before going to work. We noticed other icons throughout the hotel. I wonder if they got the same treatment?
• In San Jose a group of Americans near us were complaining that people were still protesting the election of President Trump, and that they didn’t call him President Trump, just Mr. Trump. They felt the office and the man in the office deserved respect. I didn’t have the guts to ask them if they had respected President Obama when he was in that office.
• Both of the resorts that we were at had signs up saying not to “save” lounges around the pool by putting towels, or other items on them. However… if you didn’t get down to any of the pools before say, 8:00, you wouldn’t get a spot. Between 7 and 8 you might be able to find a lounge or two in the less desirable areas. I heard one woman say that she came down at 5:15 to save 8 spots, and then she went back up to her room to sleep until breakfast at 8:00. Dale would come down and stay in one of our lounges until I joined him. The sad thing was some saved lounges were never used.
• The sides of highways of Mexico are covered in trash, even though there are signs posted every couple of kilometres not to – No tire basura. However, the main streets of the towns we went into were very clean, but step just a few paces into the side streets and it was a different story.
• The wheelchair ramps in Mexico are interesting. They are very narrow and many are very steep because many of the curbs are very high. We followed a sidewalk once, rather than to go down the very steep ramp. We thought there would be stairs at the end of the sidewalk, nope. The sidewalk just ended, no barrier, no rope, no sign, nothing. Just a drop-off of about 4 feet. Needless to say, we backtracked and carefully walked down the ramp.
• Every vendor we passed had a patter to bring us into his shop. The most common comments were “Hey honeymooners, come on in”, “Almost free today my friend” and “99% off today just for you”. We were able to resist them all.