I wove through the tables and passengers and serving staff, head-faked the woman who stands just inside the door with a spray bottle meant to ward off the dreaded Cruise Ship Flu, and approached the giant window on the other side. There indeed, on the other side of the giant window, was land. I went outside to the swimming pool, and climbed up a few levels among the sprawled sun-worshippers. Gradually over the previous two days the air had warmed, and white people had started turning pink.
Eat Bloat Burn
As we continued on, the land became lumpier and more interesting.
And then it became famous. The boat wandered around the tip of the peninsula, past the iconic arch at Cabo San Lucas.
We entered the bay and parked across from the the largest beach. It was time to go downstairs and change into one's borderline imbecilic warm-weather tourist clothes.
Within an hour, we would be on that beach, inexpensive beer in hand, looking back at the boat, whose beer is ridiculously expensive. If I were to make a single recommendation to Norwegian Cruise Lines, it would be this: Less food, more ( & much cheaper) beer.