San Jose del Cabo

Today’s plan was to visit the town of San Jose del Cabo, a Spanish colonial town that predates the tourist era. Google suggested it was 4.5 km to walk, along the road. Eileen suggested we walk the first 2.5 km along the beach, cut through a resort, and then head north into town. Her plan worked perfectly, and we didn’t even need to sneak through a private resort.
And then it turned out to be just over 1 km from the beach to the first tequila tasting! The town has a vibrant arts scene, a great old church, and many other delights. It also has a popular little restaurant where I made a reservation a few weeks ago, where we feasted. Photo titles and captions tell more of the story.

There may be more tequilas in the world then one can count.
Of course, counting gets difficult after a few, our so they say.

I first feared Saint Joseph was being used to sell bracelets.
But the ribbons all have people's prayers written on them.

This old, elegantly simple church held a surprise for us.
An elderly gentleman entered from the street, crossed himself with some holy water, sat down in a pew, and with a lovely voice sang what sounded to us like prayers. The sounds echoed and hung long in the church. Eileen and I were the only other people there. It felt holy!

The Art District is filled with galleries and visual delights.
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La Lupita, tacos and Mezcal!
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4 salsas, 3 mezcal, 2 fruits, 1 chili mix, 3 tacos.
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Dried grasshoppers at La Lupita. Surprisingly jerky like in flavor.

An evening farewell from San Jose del Cabo.

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