Arrival

San Jose del Cabo
Sunday
11:58 pm
100 mph

The town is revealed in sudden burst of light from houses and store fronts. There are no street lights really to speak of and the bubbles of illumination do little to ease my mind. The excited disorientation of a new environment is all I feel while speeding through the dark streets. I strain to see where I am in the world, to no avail. I will spend my first night in a wondrous veil of not knowing.

I wonder if Jenny B can feel me smiling into the darkness. My best friend and now my wife sits beside me in the hotel shuttle/ race car. Maybe experiencing the same feelings as me. The last few days have been a whirlwind of happiness. Less than 24 hours ago the wedding we planned and worked on for so long went off almost flawlessly. My mind reviews every detail of that night continuously. I still see her ivory and red dress as she rounded the back row of chairs into the isle into my arms. Still feel her hand tremble as I speak my vows...
"I love you is an understatement. I adore you. I dream about you every night and live for you every day"

So perfect.

She taps me and I come back from yesterday to see the lights of our hotel appear. The driver takes the last nascar turn into the drop off area and I'm not sure whether to tip him for getting us here so fast, or smack him for wrecklessly risking our lives for no damn reason. I stop short of smacking dude but keep my money to myself. I'm about to get my bag and the bell boy(man) politely stops me.

"Please. I will get you, my friend. Please check in." he says in his accented English.

We head over to the front desk. I walk past the fountain and behind it I can hear the crashing of waves. Through the archways that bookends in the bar area, past the romantically lit infinity pool, out in the warm darkness is the ocean. I feel it.

We're greeted with Moet champagne and big chocolate chip cookies. It's a weird combination for sure but washing down cookies with champagne made more sense at that moment than any idea I've ever had on my own. They explain our amenitities included with our room. 24 hour room service. Meals at any of the 5 restaurants. All drinks from any of the bars. Daily restocking of the refridgerator. Use of all facilities and the spa during open hours. The concierge would arrange our romantic dinner, breakfast in bed, and our spa treatments whenever we wanted them. Then we were being escorted to the room.

"Thank you" we say. We didn't remember seeing all that in the brochure when we made reservations. I for one certainly was not about to complain about getting more stuff than I ordered.

"Its a pleasure." they reply happily.

The room was great. King sized bed, 2 bathrooms, 2 tv's, a living room area, and a balcony blanketed in the same warm ocean breeze.

I guess it was that rhythmic rushing of water that got me. Perhaps it was the 12 hours we spent on the ground in airports and in the air in airplanes. Maybe the rush of energy I expended during the day of the wedding. Could've been the resltess nights I had leading up to the wedding. But I was tired. My wife and I laid in the bed on the second night of our new life together. My body told me now was the time to relax because my sole focus in life was to get to this point. Alone with the woman I will spend the rest of my life with.

Tomorrow I will awake in paradise.