I’m sitting at Pepe’s to write a few thoughts about Cabo Pulmo. This is almost the end of the line. Only it’s more of a back out of the way place. We’re on a back road to Cabo San Lucas from here. It’s much easier to backtrack 1/2 an hour to the highway. Pepe’s is a ‘pizza’ place on the edge of Cabo Pulmo, a tiny town in south Baja. For the record, Pepe’s has bad-ass internet unlike most places.
The grader has been working the road for the past three days. That’s making the road better but there’s more dust. That’s hard to do if you’re wondering. This little town is right on the water but the climate is pure desert. I’ve seen a lot of cacti on this trip.
Cabo Pulmo consists of a few restaurants, some dive tour shops and hotels snugged up to the Cabo Pulmo Marine Conservation area. There’s some stellar beaches and water here.
Pepe’s has a raven named Jose Cuervo with a broken wing. There’s also a booby. The booby is not blue footed and missing a wing. His poor wing is attached to a board with “he came to our beer with a broken wing” written underneath.
Macabre? Yeah, probably. I tried to pet it the booby. I think the booby is pissed.
Or he’s used to being fed fish and not being petted. Jose Cuervo looks a little rugged too.
Mexico does things differently. While folks in the US may have rushed the birds to an animal hospital, the owners of Pepe’s set up some cages and let the birds hang out relatively free and safe. They’re not suffering as far as I can tell. I’d bet $100 neither bird would have lived more than a few days without this setup. According to the owner the raven has been here 6 or 7 months, the booby’s been here for a few months.
I’ve been saying, let’s go to Pepe’s. No one else wanted to go. So, here I am solo. The crowd is a bit disappointing. It’s just me, the raven, the booby and 2 bored owners? employees? Oh wait, a local has joined us. I had to come and try the pizza.
Somehow, I was grumpy when I arrived. I’ve been here for a week sipping beer on the beach and eating delicious tacos and fresh fish. I literally have nothing to complain about. Just felt the grumps so shot out solo to write it out. It’s working. It’s sinking in how fortunate I am that I can fly to Mexico and have a Pacifico in a little restaurant with a raven named Jose Cuervo.
Sometimes I get the lonely’s. I don’t feel lonely when I’m alone instead I often crave some elusive connection. Seeing Jose in his little enclosure reminds me that I’m not quite the sad sack I thought I was.
Really, I’m fortunate. I’m loved. I’m healthy. I guess I needed to meed Jose to remember that.