Our LDS single's group headed for the Splendor Lobby dance floor where Oscar played an electric guitar and sung magical classics - the kind where you can dance a jitterbug (now called the western swing) or hip swinging cha cha, a sexy samba, foxtrot, waltz, or a snuggly close two step. Sandy was captured by Dennis right away; he was besotted and kept all of us laughing.
A six-foot-tall Wyoming cowboy called Mick whirled me around the dance floor to a jitterbug and I didn't get a migraine. I was ecstatic! Hank with twinkling blue eyes meandered my way and danced with me off and on most of the evening. We danced until the music quit - about 1:30 AM.
The next morning the four of us (Sandy, blue-eyed Hank, funny Dennis and I sped ashore in a small craft.
Cabo San Lucas at a first glance.
Sandy my roommate next to a plastic burro
We were dropped off at Lover's beach for two hours while Dennis went to meet a friend at a hotel. (My first thought was, how the heck am I ever going to get back into the boat?) That made a three-some to our party - two of us held towels up next to an indent in the rock to change into our swimsuits. Hank was a gentleman and held his while standing with his back to us. The Sea of Cortez was wonderful to swim through. I swam with my head out of the water - it was my first ocean swim.
Hank went right out and swam off. I was knocked down on my rear by the 2nd wave. Waves kept coming in and spinning me around. It took 15 minutes to get up so the second time I walked right out into a deep drop off. I thought I was doing my deep water aerobics because I was bobbing around like a cork with each wave coming at me. I think that the ocean salt pickled me because a few days later, my ankels were so swollen that they disappeared.