There are two things I love to do while on vacation: rest and write. This quiet resort in Cabo San Lucas is perfect for both. The only sounds are the roll of the waves and the trill of the birds. Voices drift from far away.

Where we are, we can see both sunrise and sunset from our balcony. Boats in the morning. Whales.

Last night on the way to dinner, a cat crossed our path, one of the ferals who have learned humans bring food. I smuggled her some chicken in my purse.

A lizard sunning on a rock. A sleek, black furred rodent makes mounds in the sand. At night, the tiniest of geckos. This was desert before the big investors.