En route to Los Cabos International Airport, high above the swollen cactus plants and dusty palms of coastal Mexico, it occurs to me that my understanding of the country below is founded mostly on works of film and literature; try as I might, I can summon only a hazy blend of Malcolm Lowry’s boozy Under The Volcano, John Steinbeck’s travelogues, the American soundstages of The Three Amigos, and La Bamba—the Tijuana part.
Where I’m headed, however, is definitely not Tijuana—not even close. Los Cabos (literally, ‘The Capes’) is about 1600 kilometres south of that bustling metropolis, and a world away in spirit. This territory, which includes the small cities of San José del Cabo and Cabo San Lucas as well as the resort-lined corridor that stretches between them, sits at the furthest reaches of Mexico’s Baja California Peninsula and is separated from the mainland by the Sea of Cortez. In other words, it’s the perfect setting for a luxury resort.
