As we arrived it wasn't a "dark desert highway" however there was a "cool wind in my hair". The "warm smell of colitas" (little buds) could be found no where and certainly not "rising up through the air". I didn't see any "shimmering lights" because as I have told you it was daylight and the sun was beating down. My head wasn't heavy and except for dirty glasses my sight was pretty good. I didn't need to stop for the night, but "there she stood in the doorway" so I thought, "what the heck", I'll stop for awhile. It was noon and "I heard the MIssion bell". "I was thinking to myself" this is weird as Heaven or strange as Hell. Until one of the authors says otherwise I am going with this place isn't the Hotel California. It is a nice place and I am glad I paid a visit. I found a t-shirt with the Hotel California logo and the comment that it was established in 1947 the same year I was born. Mia got her blanket and I got my t-shirt. Before we left I took some pictures. Oh, there is a courtyard but no one was dancing....they were eating. It is part of the restaurant.
|Hanging in the Hotel California Mens Room|
We headed back to the resort for the big fair well dinner at an upscale restaurant over looking the bay in Cabo.