If you are reading this today, I have landed at JFK, motored back to my Connecticut home base and begun the transition back into my New York lifestyle. But today, my last in Mexico, I am, as promised earlier this week, at the beach. In Cabo the beach is a true generational melting pot. If one is aware of the swimsuit trends, which I instinctively am, Medano Beach is the perfect observatory. Beach fashion runs the gamut from “Who Cares” to “Look at Me”. Generally, I prefer the end of the stretch that is anchored by the well-known Tabasco’s beach bar , Cascadas, a very low key time-share, and a parking lot that is totally accessible. It’s more of a family scene; lots of Mexicans spend their week-ends in large groups picnicing under umbrellas, their kids in the surf. The attire here tends to lean towards the practical. Beachwear is an assortment of shorts, t-shirts and bathing suits that do their job without a lot of noise. But, if you take a walk down the shoreline towards the famed Mango Deck, space becomes more precious, the music booms louder and everyone in sight seems to be under 30. The beachwear is in another zone and nothing about the atmosphere is serene. On Sunday, after breakfast at Sur Beach House, a stone’s throw from Mango Deck, we decided to stay put for the afternoon. Squeezed between a bevy of tourists, we staked out lounge chairs and an umbrella and ordered margaritas. The space was tight, the music boomed, conversation and drinks flowed. It definitely was a party; but tomorrow, for my last hurrah, I am going back to Tabascos. And I am bringing my book along with old lady noodle float. Despite my kids teasing, I do not care. I have tasted youth. I intend to relax instead.
Tabascos and Cascadas on Medano
Sur Beach House on Medano
