The next day, we went for a LONG walk in the morning, which was great fun because we got to see some of the incredible tee boxes on the Jack Nicolas golf course on the Casa Del Sol property. It was lovely! Then, we swam and read until the taxi came to pick us up to go...
ZIPLINING! SO much fun. Thank goodness we took the advice not to drive out there, but to go via taxi. To drive out there, you're heading into the middle of the desert on a dirt road, up winding cliffs... it's bizzare. Let the local drive it, he knows what the hell he's doing. And when the suspension goes on his van, we're not liable to the rental agency.
We get harnessed up, complete with water bottle clip, helmet, gloves, and our new 'best friend', the metal wheel trolly that we used to fly down the lines. We go down mini zipline to test out if you're a chicken shit, or if you're actually going to complete all 8 of these lines that are scooting across this desert canyon. Well, that was freakin' FUN. Off to the next one, senor!
What they don't tell you, is that after you've ziplined all the damned way over to the next huge peak, you have to hike up a bastard mountain to get to the next one... and the next one... and the next one... it was a helluva workout. I mean, we're all in pretty darned good shape, but after a huge walk in the morning, and now we're hiking with an extra 20lbs of harnesses and 'best friends' and water attached to us in the blazing Mexican sun... sweet bloody merciful hezus, it's not exactly easy. But the adrenaline from each line is what keeps you going, it's SO MUCH FUN! We got to go down a few tandum, then got to go solo forwards, backwards, tandem 4 person... it was a bloody riot. One of the lines was 1/4 mile long, and you blast down it at approx 50mph.... You can't help but giggle your face off!
So after that fun and adventure, we hung out at the house, caught the last slivers of sun we could, had a great dinner, and had a wonderfully fun night.
The next morning, we were off to the airport to head home. BOO... Nothing of much importance happened there, except that we got there a few hours early, because we were warned about the whole return of the rental, the huge lineup, the Mexican frisking and bag searches, etc etc etc.... we thought we had the wrong terminal, because the only people there aside from us were 2 people at the boarding counter, and a few security guards. No frisking, no checking, I don't even think most of them were awake yet. Easiest. Airport. Check-In and Security. Ever. LOVED IT. A little disappointed by the lack of frisking though.
Then back in Calgary, after coming home to a dead battery and Phil spending time on the phone with Visa after a bunch of problems in Mexico, we finally got reservations at The Living Room for an incredible wine-paired 5 course dinner for Valentine's Day.
So to wrap up,
I did not die in Mexico, in fact, I met some fabulous people, I had an amazing experience, made incredible memories, and loved every minute of it!!!
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