Time To Cabo

As mentioned in a previous posting, I have engineered a clever excuse to return to Cabo San Lucas by insisting that I have to attend the Cabo Wine Festival in mid-January at the Pueblo Bonito Sunset Beach resort. It's the first-ever Cabo Wine Festival – possibly even the first time anyone in Cabo has even heard about wine – and that is ample reason for me to go. Landmarks in travel history such as this must not go unreported.

Of course, it has nothing to do with the brilliant sunshine, warm waters and blue skies of Cabo. I haven't been back there for several years and I'm looking forward to seeing it again. I'll catch a boat tour out to El Arco, the famous arch at the very end of the Baja peninsula. The last time I was there, I jumped into the water by the arch with a scuba tank on my back and witnessed the glorious sight of a thousand silvery baitfish swimming by in a school that parted and then re-formed as I descended through them.

I'll stroll by Sammy Hagar's Cabo Wabo bar just to get my quota of drunken-reveler sightings, and then try hard to find that little Mexican restaurant that had the condiment bar with a half-dozen salsas, one hotter than the next. Maybe I'll even try my luck again at sportfishing – on my last try in Cabo, the captain of my little panga fishing boat hooked up three sailfish at once, and we went crazy trying to bring them in. Two of them threw the hooks but the last one fought all the way to the side of the boat, where we got a good look at his blue-green body and long, swordfish bill before releasing him.

Of course, I'm going strictly for business, and will tell you what it's like when I get there.