This weekend the weather shifted in Cabo. I know my Northeast friends will not feel particularly sorry for me but, I am cold. My husband thinks I have become a true Mexican, so acclimated to the climate here that the first “winter” winds send me inside for a sweatshirt. But it’s not true. I am not appearing at the stable every morning, as my Mexican compadres are, in long-sleeves and Sherpa-lined vests. But I do … Read More
