The Hotel California is in Todos Santos, an artsy little town about 60 miles north of Los Cabos. People flock to Todos Santos to shop and to see first-hand the famous Hotel California.
We saw the Hotel California, and the nearby mission. It turns out that the Eagles have never had any association with the hotel. Don Henley did not write the song while staying in a $2 a night room there. But the people of Todos Santos are happy to keep this legend alive because it draws many tourists.
Welcome to the Hotel California...
I heard the mission bells...
On our way back from Todos Santos, we stopped at what is probably the nicest beach I've ever seen. The waves were large, people were surfing, and as we sipped our cocktails, an American guy came over and introduced himself. He was an agent selling the condos that were being built a few hundred yards from where we sat. The smallest units go for the low $500K's, but he told us we could get in early for something around $400K. Just like the rest of Mexico, everyone (and I mean everyone) tries to get into your wallet, and that is the only downside to Cabo.
But back to the beach...the sands were a mixture of light colors and dark, and as the waves receded, the sand would form into beautiful patterns. I could have stood there for hours just enjoying the infinite variety of pictures in the sand.
I am not an artist, but I can appreciate this.
Friday evening, we took a sunset sail on an America's Cup-class sailboat. I had been on sailboats before -- the largest being a 45 footer -- but this was a sailboat of another class entirely. It was more than 80 feet long, with a crew of eight, yet there were only six paying customers. Dave and I each took the wheel for a bit, and I was amazed at the sensitivity of the steering. We ran through the ocean at about 12 knots, and the picture here is meant to demonstrate how much the boat tilts to the side while underway. I was across from Dorothy while taking this picture, and she must have been 8 or 9 feet below me.
Call me Ishmael...
Another view from Art & Beer.
Fireworks viewed from our veranda.
The rocky coast at Land's End.
You'll probably have to click on this picture to see Jupiter and Venus under the moon.
The Sea of Cortez.
This is a nice place to spend a week...or more.
2 comments:
Blissful! I understood that the real Hotel California was in Venice Beach but more probably it was just an idea in the Eagles' minds. If you listen carefully to the words I think they are using the idea of a hotel simply as a metaphor for California as a whole.
If you go to Wikipedia, you'll find a whole lot of theories about the song. The writers tell us that it was a metaphor for the hedonism of southern California, from the viewpoint of non-Californians.
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