In our itty bitty rental car, Ron and I drove to Todos Santos. This is an arty town a little more than an hour’s drive from Cabo. Todos Santos is full of art galleries and boutique-y tourist trap shops. Every few feet there was a shop with traditional Mexican pottery, silver jewelry, woven rugs, vanilla, and T-shirts. The town is quite picturesque, with classic adobe Southwestern architecture. We walked and Ron took pictures and of course we bought a few things to take home. It was after our visit to Todos Santos that we met up with Sudi and friends at Los Cerritos Beach. The beach was so pleasant that we had a hard time leaving. It was nearly sunset when we crammed ourselves back into that little car. As we pulled out of the lot, David drove up alongside us in his truck and rolled down the window. “Find a car and follow it back to Cabo,” he warned. “You don’t want to be the lead car on the road because you might hit an animal and get killed.” Ron thanked him for the tip. That’s how we drove back to Cabo at 10 MPH behind a large truck because Ron was afraid to go in front. We saw plenty of cows (in slo-mo, or should I say slo-moo?), but none of these alleged cows were on the road. When we arrived in Cabo, we couldn’t find the entrance to the hotel. The Riu Santa Fe is an enormous luxury resort with thousands of guests and a staff of about 500. We could see it from the “highway” (main road) but couldn’t figure out how to get to it. You would think the road to it would be marked. But no. Eventually we literally drove a half a mile down an alley that appeared to be in the right spot and fortunately led us to the main gate. Maybe they want to keep the resort a secret? Who knows. Very bizarre.