A place like Cabo attracts people of all nationalities, and through all of my vacation observations, I learned one thing: Speedos are widely accepted, and possibly the norm, in other parts of the world.
In recent years, I've been forced to come to terms with the Speedo. I'm pretty sure about 50 percent of my husband's adolescent life was spent wearing one. And sometimes when he's feeling particularly nostalgic, he'll clean the pool wearing one.
You have to pick your battles.
So, while we were away, Speedo spotting became a game of ours. There are so many lovely sights in Cabo, however these are not some of them.
I snapped this picture while washing the sand off my feet. I feel bad because the lady was scratching her armpit ... AND her "dad" was wearing a Speedo. Tough break.
This picture was a challenge to take, but it seems I managed to fly under everyone's radar. Notice the speedo to the right. I could have gotten a better picture while he was in line for carne asada with a massive swimsuit wedgie, but my camera was a little slow and we were about to eat.
OK. I think these people may have caught me. But, baby blue? How daring!
I get the feeling that his Speedo/life jacket combination is going to result in a very awkward tan line.
I hope this has been as culturally enlightening for you as it was for us.
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