Cabo Travel Log, 2/11/2006, 11am

Got lost in Cabo with no sense of time at all (no clock in the room, no cell phone, no watch). By the time I found a beachfront drug store to ask for the time, I was sure that I'd slept through the morning, and that I was wandering during the afternoon.

Returned to The Office on the drugstore clerk's recommendation, where I'm about to enjoy a breakfast of orange juice and huevos con machaca. I'm sitting at a wrought iron table, my chair digging straight into beach sand, with a sea of blue umbrellas above and the Sea of Cortez stretching out before me.