CABO
Candies Deezy Liu
From the moment I stepped off the plane in Cabo, the culture
shock hit me like a tidal wave. My attempt at being “discreet”
clearly was not working. I even went through the effort while
packing to change my purse from my daily Louis to a less
obvious Juicy. It didn’t even occur to me that holding my huge
iPhone 6 in my hand would make me a target. As we landed,
my phone dinged with a text from Zach, my dear friend I
regard as a big brother and tour guide for the next week, who
has lived in Cabo on and off and is considered a local. “I’ll be
waiting with a beer for you at the bar to the right when you
exit.” As I tried to text back with excitement, I was bombarded
with a series of “Hola chiquita!” “I like your phone!” “Do you
need a taxi?!” “I like your tattoos!” Ayy yi yi… I stuck out like
a sore thumb. That beer could not come soon enough. The
two mimosas I chugged at Denver International Airport while
waiting for my flight wasn’t doing me any justice.
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