Last night in Cabo. My friends have been terrific, the hospitality was wonderful, the drinks pretty great. (Never had a tequila that tasted like pecan praline before. You’d think that would be bad, but you’d be wrong.)
I’ll be returning to the world tomorrow, but in the meantime I’ll be enjoying the last of my time with no responsibility others than having a good time.
It looks like a great resort. Now that you’re home and legions of fans/groupies can’t descend upon you to, umm, well, just picture yourself as Sean Makin and let your imagination run wild on that one, would you be willing to mention the name?
It was Hacienda del Mar, which did its level best to keep me drunk and stuffed with food for the length of my stay.
That they failed is only due to my innate noble character.
Damn, they changed the seat cushions. I spent HOURS wading through images of resorts on Google Images to try to match them. HOURS!!!!!
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