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from keychains to cigars. Little did I know, this was a preparation for
more intense attempts to sell to me later on in my trip. Saul was here,
and we had to take a little boat to the bigger boat that he was on.
The first boat had music blaring, specifically Ludacris’ “What’s Your
Fantasy.” For a second, I thought I was in college again and on Spring
Break. The gentle rocking of the boat and the sea bluer than blue
caught my attention. Paradise.
splits or dropping anything. We were greeted with beers and a lovely
lunch, not to mention the best guacamole I’ve ever had. We spent a
few more hours on the boat as we approached San Jose, drinking
beers, swapping stories, and soaking up the sun. By the time we
made our way back to Cabo San Lucas, we were hungry again. Near
the end of downtown Cabo is a little gem called Claro Fish Jr., who
makes a killer ceviche. I was officially in food heaven.
I spotted the larger boat that we were supposed to get on and I had
a second of panic. Out of the corner of my eye, I already see Zach
with one foot on this boat and another foot on the other boat. “Shit,” I
thought. I’m clumsy as hell, and I had my phone in my hand again like
a tourist taking pictures all over the place. I was still trying to figure
out how the hell I was supposed to get from this boat to the other
when I see a hand reaching out towards me. “Fuck it,” I mumbled, and
followed suit. Miraculously, I managed to land safely without doing the
On the second night, we ventured to a place called the Mango Deck,
a groovy restaurant and bar right next to the sea. With our bucket o’
beers, shots of tequila, dank ass guacamole, candlelight, sounds
of the crashing waves, and sand between our toes, we talked more
about life. We had much to catch up on. Zach was one of my favorite
roommates in college, and I swear to this day, I would not have made
it through those college years of yore without him. Sitting seaside
with a bestie, swapping stories, and sipping tequila and beer, life
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