It's after 2 pm as I shade my eyes and look out toward Los Arcos and watch the daily convoy of fishing boats return to the marina in Cabo San Lucas. For some reason Johnny Cash' tune of Folsom Prison Blues runs through my head as I watch the boats stream in. I have been basking in the intense sun and it's time for me to slip under the palapa here on Playa Medano.

I came to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico in mid-May with my sister for 8 days of relaxation in the state of Baja California Sur. A town built for tourism. It draws those who wish to fish for marlin and sailfish, big spenders for the professionally designed golf courses and, in the winter months, whale watchers - not too mention a lot of families and young people down for weekend get-aways from nearby U.S. states.

Most of our afternoons were spent lying just steps from our room on the beach facing the Sea of Cortez and Land's End (outcropping of rocks jutting up between the Pacific Ocaen and the sea - the very end of the Baja Penninsula). The skies were usually clear blue and the days were hot and yet the water was still cool this time of year. We never had much energy to wander far and the large expanse of beach at the Hacienda Resort was good enough for us.

Oh sure, we had grand plans of hiring a water taxi one day out to Lover's Beach - a secluded white sand beach between some of the rocks of Land's End. But in reality we thought, sand is sand and just looked from afar. We talked of taking the hotel shuttle over to San Jose del Cabo passing through the 27 km 'corridor' of resorts and golf courses to wander its streets and peek in San Jose's stores. But we thought, stores are stores and turned over onto our backs and opened our novels again.

Our biggest decision of the afternoon was where to go for our afternoon guacamole. Its amazing how lazy heat and sun make you! Such an effort just to pack up our beach gear and head up to our room to clean up for the evening. :-)

Part II - avoiding time-share hawkers and dining spots