It was a late night Sunday getting
ready to travel on today. Gerri set the alarm for 5 AM. We had a
few details to wrap up. Hollis picked up Gerri's mother and brought
her to our house so that her car didn't have to sit out in front of
our house for two weeks. After getting our luggage into Hollis'
suburban we headed to the airport. We got to the airport and found
the Air Tran section and got checked in for our flight. Air Tran
charges for each checked in bag. Gerri had arranged for wheelchairs
for both Neva and me. Air Tran uses the oldest part of the terminal,
the B Gates. It was a long walk and my left leg was thankful for the
wheelchair. Our flight left for John Wayne Airport at 9:30 and we
were there in about an hour. Our fight to Cabo was a continuation of
the leg from Las Vegas, but we had to get off the airplane and
re-board it at 11:30. Gerri caught up on her computer activities
while we waited. I did the same. Because our internet access at the
Hacienda del Mar is limited, I had asked several friends to hold all
but important e-mail and I temporarily stopped the mail from the
motor home groups I subscribe to this past weekend. I found that I
get very little e-mail other than from those sources.
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| View from our Patio |
The flight from Orange County to Los
Cabos was uneventful. We deplaned a long way from the section of the
new terminal that houses immigration and customs. Because Neva was
in the wheelchair we were taken to the head of the line. In very
short order we were in the shuttle to the Hacienda del Mar with all
our bags. The shuttle made three stops before ours. We were checked
in and in our room by 4:15. We lounged around the patio for awhile
before unpacking. Our room is on the ground floor so we have some
lawn and a partial view of the ocean. The weather was warm but
comfortable.
Monday is fajita night at Girasoles, so
we decided to have dinner there. Girasoles is on the third floor of
one of the buildings overlooking the ocean and a skyline view to the
southwest We had the fajitas followed by an order of Flan which we
split.
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| Flan for three at Girasole's |
Back at our unit Gerri and her mom
called it a night at about 9:40. I stayed up a little later to
finish this blog. Of course I can't post it until Gerri gets a
chance to proof read it.
Although it
was a busy day traveling it was a good
day and the start of a month in Mexico.
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