Good fences make good neighbors… so they say… but should they? 

• Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
• One on a side. It comes to little more:
• He is all pine and I am apple-orchard.
• My apple trees will never get across
• And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
• He only says, “Good fences make good neighbors.”
• Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
• “Why do they make good neighbors?…” from Mending Wall, Robert Frost

Some neighbors have been going to Cabo each Spring for years, and we were invited to join them.  At first, I asked my self: Who vacations with their neighbors? Isn’t that the fence we must stay behind?  Call me mischievous, but we accepted the offer.  We determined we would engage in the traditional frivolity of Cabo in Spring.

I’ve never been good at travelling without an agenda.  A plan.  A series of must sees and must do’s.  But since I was being mischievous, why not try something new?  This would be a vacation to relax (shocking, I know).

We were whisked away to paradise and sat on a beach for one week reading, sipping margaritas, eating fish tacos, and occasionally leaving the comfort of our palapa to swim or snorkel…. all, yes, with our neighbors.  They have this magical flag, under each palapa, which you lift, and begin to wave, and suddenly a waiter or waitress appears with a frozen drink made just for you.  Wave that flag, I did.  In Cabo, I found there’s lots to do, and nothing to do.  I could choose either, and surprisingly, I chose the latter (other than the flag waving).

The fence of Frost was frivolous, as are those between me and my neighbors, but the tradition of spring was perpetual.  It is this Cabo in Spring tradition that will look forward to for many years to come.

How to be Neighborly: Mi Casa, Su Casa. Honor traditions which share, not divide.

Gracias, Jess, for introducing us to this little slice of heaven, and sharing Cabo in Spring with us.