To say that I was gobsmacked by the Esperanza Resort and the incomparable experience they offer their guests, is truly an understatement of EPIC proportions. The getaway that Whiskey and I took to the paradise that is the idyllic Esperanza Resort, with its postcard setting on the Sea of Cortez, rewrote the story of my heart.
Let me just start with, before this incredible Mexican getaway, I always claimed, and quite honestly wholeheartedly believed, I was just not a beach person. I firmly held onto the “fact” that I simply had not been born with the beach gene. I was a mountain girl. Growing up, summer vacations were only, ever, road trips to the cooler mountain air and lower temps of Colorado.
Our trip to Cabo began as a birthday surprise for Whiskey’s 40th, but it morphed into the perfect vessel of rejuvenation and relaxation we didn’t even know we needed. Arriving at this lovely piece of the Baja Peninsula, we were immediately escorted to a vast and panoramic view of the bluest heaven of the Vermillion Sea. The mingling of the salty sea air, the rhythmic waves dancing their way in and out of the tide, with the tangy taste of passion fruit margarita on our lips, Whiskey leaned over, kissing me gently, and suddenly all that was heavy in my world was Light. After only a hand-full of minutes in this delightful Mexican hideaway, my breath was steadied, my shoulders relaxed, my heart lifted and all that had felt wrong in my world was suddenly set right. In mere moments I had gained the deep benefits of a true vacation, and we hadn’t yet even seen our rooms.
The getaway that Whiskey and I took to the paradise that is the idyllic Esperanza Resort, with its postcard setting on the Sea of Cortez, rewrote the story of my heart.