I awoke the following morning to the soft sounds of rustling leaves being shaken from the palms and shrubs outside my door. The sound of water washing down cobbled walkways nudged me into remembering where I was. Awake alone, I carried my beach book out to the lanai to wait for the others to wake. Latte colored natives bustled up and down the walkways readying the grounds for the guests, most of whom were still being lulled by the sound of waves crashing just feet away.

As serene as it was, sitting there alone watching others work, my curiosity spurred me down the walkway, past the swimming pool to the beach. More natives, like the others, in crisp white over shirts, brought stacks of towels to a stand between the beach and the pool. Others, still, were just finishing the task of raking the sugary sand. As I strolled over to claim one of the first beach chairs of the day, I noticed my footprints, alone, marked that anyone had ever walked on these sands.

Lowering myself into my chair, I realized the sun was just barely above the horizon and seemed to be a sun I'd never known. Without TV or phones, I could feel that my body's clock was now on what Danny kept calling "Cabo Time". It felt almost as if time had slowed to a snail's pace and there was no rush to do anything but sit here and watch the waves.

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