No bad days in Cabo.
Every day a repeat, every day the same sun, the same wind, the same heat.
The seasons pass with inescapable ease, the shorter days and colder dreams of winter open pass to the sharp spring sunlight. Here I awake and from a balcony, I feel the soothing wind.
I’ve seen the morning air covered by a thick foggy veil.
I’ve seen ferocious obscure clouds move through the sky and cover the city.
I’ve seen the rain that comes after transforming the main streets into dangerous rivers.
And then, as in a repetitive children’s tail, a cliché cuts through my uncalled cynicism. The sun shines through.
The same sun.
Silver linings cover the horizon.
The same wind.
Clouds and fog disappear becoming no more than a passing memory.
The same heat.
Rivers turn into humid concrete.
No Bad Days, is the slogan of Cabo San Lucas. A common sight in a windshield sticker.
As the months pass and Cabo becomes my home I’m left reflecting on this phrase, this loaded promise. Every day may feel the same, every walk as trying, every evening as sunny.
With the peace of the sun coming out that promise is met, the repeated certainty of a new sunny day becomes a norm, almost without realizing.
Is not that there are “Not bad Days in Cabo”, is just that the sun always comes up shortly after.