Reasons to Go to Cabo on Your Honeymoon

A little over a year ago, I was unwinding by the side of a pool and the Pacific Ocean, simultaneously, during what was arguably the best week of my life (aside from my actual wedding week.) Lately, I’ve been pining pretty heavily to go back there.

Cabo Arc

I knew that a tropical honeymoon was going to be a top priority expense when we began planning our wedding. It went: photography, honeymoon, and then everything else. I know that may not be prioritization for everyone, but for us, it made the most sense, and I am so glad we were able to recognize that.

See, Ryan and I love to travel together. We love getting to explore new places and share new experiences. And, until our honeymoon, we’d actually never truly been on a trip where it was just the two of us. We’d made trips with family and friends, or traveled alone together to stay primarily with family and friends, but we’d never gone more than a day and a half in our own hotel room together, with no one’s itinerary for the day but our own. I couldn’t wait.

It took a while to settle on the actual location for our honeymoon. I wanted somewhere tropical because I wanted nothing more than to lounge on the beach to my heart’s content. I didn’t want to go somewhere where I’d want to go out and see a ton of things because I wanted our honeymoon to be a time of rejuvenation after the stress of the wedding, and a time of relaxed bonding during our first days of marriage. And, Ryan seemed pretty okay with wherever I wanted to go.

Cabo rocks

Eventually, we decided on Cabo, partially because it was one of the cheapest of all the places I was looking to travel to, and partially because it just seemed so charming. And I could not be happier with our choice. Thus, I bring you the list:

1) When you arrive at your hotel and mention that you are on your honeymoon, you just might be upgraded to the larger, fancier, more expensive sister resort, at no extra charge.

2) Your room may just have the perfect view of fancy hotel pools and the ocean. It also may rival the fanciest of hotel rooms you have stayed in.

ocean view from La Playa Grande room

3) You will fully embrace the lack of ability for anyone to contact you, sans phone service.

4) You’ll get to have the absolute best view for brunch, ever. Also, brunch is buffet-style, and contains all the greats. Chilaquiles and black beans and chocolate conchas and Mexican coffee and fresh squeezed orange juice (and I could keep going.) They will all grace your taste buds.

brunch at La Playa Grande in Cabo San Lucas

brunch at La Playa Grande in Cabo San Lucas

The best view for brunch.

5) Everywhere you go, the locals will all ask you if you are on your honeymoon. “Honeymooners!” they will say. “Do you know how I know you’re honeymooners? She looks very happy, and he looks tired.” This is apparently the standard greeting around the markets, but it makes it no less charming when you are actually basking in the fact you are on your honeymoon.

6) Your hotel may host nightly fiestas with prime entertainment and even better Mexican food.

7) You’ll be able to lounge by the pool and get your tan on like it’s your job. And when you get hungry or thirsty, someone will gladly bring you a margarita and some tacos. All included.

Poolside service in Cabo.

The hard life.

8) You’ll get to walk into town and go on adventures in a glass-bottom boat, or snorkeling, or swimming with dolphins.

Life jackets

snorkeling in Cabo
9) You might become involved in a dance competition on your snorkel expedition boat.

10) You’ll get to watch your new husband haggle prices in Spanish. (Or maybe that one might just be reserved for me.)

11) You’ll get to buy matching fedoras, and be super adorable like that.

Honeymoon in Cabo San Lucas

12) Finally, your elevator might be very informative and have a British accent.

There you have it. So, see you there tomorrow?

*I feel that I should add a couple of notes (because I clearly haven’t gone on long enough): keep in mind that if you want to swim in the ocean water, you have to do it on the bay side, not the Pacific side. “Lover’s Beach” is where many people enjoy to swim. Also, if you are running along the hot sand at Lover’s Beach, beware of sharp rocks of sandstone hiding below, or else you’ll end up like my husband, with a gash on the bottom of his foot that was bleeding so much I thought our honeymoon would turn into a Mexican hospital adventure. Finally, in case you’re curious, we stayed at La Playa Grande in Cabo San Lucas.

love always, Delia

Snapshots of a Weekend at the Grand Canyon

So, I went to one of the Seven Wonders of the World a few of weeks ago. I camped out there with eight of my best friends, all joined together from three different states to celebrate one friend’s birthday. I know, I know. That’s pretty amazing, so why didn’t I share about it sooner? I’m super overdue.

viewing the grand canyon

Sometimes I feel like if I try and write about something too soon after it happens, it’ll ruin the memory. If something is too fresh, I don’t remember it all clearly enough, and if I write down the too fresh to be clear memory, that’s all I’ll remember it as. Or at least that’s how it feels.

Grand Canyon group, Bright Angel Trail

But then there are times when I just need to write everything down as soon as I can, in case time snatches the memory away from me. I spent a large part of my honeymoon writing down everything I could remember from the wedding and the days leading up to it.

group at the Grand Canyon

I’m not sure anymore where I was going with that. But that did happen. It’s the little moments like these that I worry would fade into the land of the forgotten if I wasn’t able to write them down:

  • Driving right past a sleeping elk buck on our way to our campsite, and being baffled as to why no one else around seemed to be as fascinated.
  • Arriving at the campsite to find that Amy already managed to make sangria and iced tea.
  • Watching all four boys try to set up one tent made for a truck bed.
  • Our campsite neighbor who snored like a bear. All night. All weekend long.
  • Waking up to the morning light at 6am and thinking that wasn’t totally abnormal—though the amount of light at such an hour seemed unsettling.
  • Needing sweaters in the early hours of the day and upon nightfall, but shedding the layers to survive the desert heat during the day.
  • Asking a volunteer forest ranger about his trail recommendations and coming to the understanding that he thought we would be dead within an hour by the looks of us.
  • That Asian tourist we didn’t know who we caught taking a photo of us posing for a photo.
  • The squirrels on the trail that quite nearly attacked us for our food.
  • The gigantic crows that really did eat our food.
  • The gloriousness of an eight minute shower following the dustiest, sweatiest hike ever.

dusty shoes at the Grand Canyon

  • The vodka-infused watermelon I didn’t bother to try.
  • Eating s’mores while having secret conversations.
  • Calling ourselves “forever friends.”
  • Spreading the knowledge of Nerts.
  • Playing the most hardcore game of Scattergories.
  • Calling myself one of the Kearneys in a friends setting.
  • Almost missing the sunset, but making it there just in time.

at the Grand Canyon

Bright Angel Trailhead

Even though camping is exhausting, I love getting to get away from everything with my best friends. It’s the best kind of quality time there is. There are no phones to distract you. There is no place else you feel you need to be.

What are your camping stories? Or any other stories of traveling with friends? They may be my favorite kind of stories.

love always, Delia

Day Trip to Santa Fe

This Saturday Ryan and I took a little day jaunt up to Santa Fe, and I took full advantage of the opportunity to get back into practice with my camera! I thought I’d share some of my favorites of the day on the blog here.

Santa Fe blue gate

Santa Fe Ristra

Santa Fe archway

Santa Fe cathedral

New Mexican food

New Mexico sunset

New Mexico sunset

I think my favorite photo of the day was actually of the food, which, if you know me at all, would probably not surprise you very much. I love food, and I love taking pictures of a beautiful arrangement of food! This particular plate was from the San Francisco Street Bar & Grill, near the Santa Fe Plaza, and it was as delicious as it looks. We actually had a peach cobbler with ice cream for dessert that was just as beautiful AND delicious, but I think we just scarfed it down too fast for me to think of whipping out my camera for that one. Oh well!

It was great to get the practice in. I decided to go fully manual when shooting, for extra practice. The only photos I snapped with automatic settings were of the sunset, and that was because we were driving back to Albuquerque and it was one of those moments where the view was so beautiful, I just had to snap it as soon as possible before it disappeared!

It had been so long since I’d really taken the time to shoot fully manually, I’d forgotten how long it can take to set up a good shot! I’m hoping soon, with more similar practice, I’ll get better at this though. If any readers have any camera tips, please feel free to share!

I think that’s all for now! I hope you enjoy the pictures. As always, you can check out more of my photography work on my Flickr stream!

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A (Re)Awakening

Long before I even had spring break on my mind, my mom found a great sale on tickets to Barcelona. Before I knew it, I was booked to jet over there for a week with her and my boyfriend. It didn’t even seem to hit us that we were all going to Europe until we actually got there.

Now, Spain was not my first choice of European countries I wanted to visit. Actually, I should correct myself and say “revisit,” although I personally feel that if you barely remember your first visit someplace, it doesn’t entirely count. I further feel that traveling the world means more when you are older, because when you’re younger, you can’t appreciate the historical and cultural significance of the places that you go—at least I know I didn’t. Things that matter to children when traveling: keeping a full stomach on decent food, the excuse to buy new toys, and the attention of strangers. Historically different customs, landmarks like the great European churches, and the origins of the ancient city squares, for instance, might have interested me briefly at ten years old. But if my hazy memories of the great places I have been in the past suffice to demonstrate, I never realized, in the midst of my fantastic child mind, that I was seeing parts of the world quite unlike any others, parts that I would, ten years down the road, want to remember seeing.

But the countries which I originally would have wanted to prioritize revisiting did not include Spain. I asked my mom if we could possibly look into Italy or England instead, having more interest in these probably because of the literature, history, and multimedia that I have been learning about and working with throughout college. Furthermore, the notion of speaking Spanish with real Spaniards really intimidated me. Tickets to Barcelona were the cheapest, though, and my mom was getting really excited about her plans, so I was overruled.

I’m happy to say that I was wrong. Upon arriving in Spain, I felt both easily impressed and easily at home. The vast buildings by far older than my home nation of the United States struck me with wonder at both their survival and at their practical modern uses. A Starbucks would lie in a stone façade that definitely must have dated back at least several decades. At home, the Starbucks storefronts get their own buildings. Older buildings get torn down regularly to make room for the latest marketable phenomenon. How is it that the countries in Europe can maintain their timeless looks alongside their modernized needs? As I walked the streets I wondered this, and further wondered how when I was in Prague just four years before, I hadn’t thought of the same things. Has being in college really taught me to approach the world in such a different manner? Or has that just come with my age? I realized that I rather enjoyed this wandering of my mind as I physically wandered the streets of Barcelona.

Enveloping myself in the culture of this other country, I remembered too how much I love the Spanish language. Completely forgetting why I was so worried about communicating in this foreign country, I relished attempting to speak with people in their own tongue, and sometimes lost myself in listening to the melody of the Spanish accent all around me. I couldn’t tell you why I had a lingering anxiety from traveling the countries of Europe during my childhood that constantly having to shun English as the primary language would cause me the greatest homesickness. When I got back to the States after our vacation, I felt the absence of Spanish as an irritating emptiness, not at all a relief of returning to my comfort zone. More than anything else, I think this has convinced me that I need to return yet again. It is as if I have had a taste of the Spanish culture and instead of becoming tided over, my appetite has swelled for an even bigger course.

I have been to Spain and other parts of Europe a number of times before. Even five years ago, I might have told you that I felt it was enough, for awhile anyway. I’d gone to the Czech Republic, Slovakia, Spain, England, Ireland, Wales, Italy, and France, and I recognized that that was a lot. But re-entering the realm of this other part of the world in the mindset of a maturing adult has taught me that I need another taste…and I want it soon.