The Other Cabo
When we hauled our anchor aboard our Ingrid 38 ketch Velella velella after two noisy nights in Cabo San Lucas last month, we had no goal but to get out of there. We ended up in San Jose del Cabo, about 15-20 miles to the northeast only because we’d heard they held an impressive Farmer’s Market every Saturday. A cruiser rumor worth following up on as organic produce had been hard to find since crossing the border.
The Farmer’s Market or Mercado Orgánico was not a myth and we spent an entire afternoon blissfully enjoying the fresh produce, artsy crafts and eclectic scene. Just when I thought it couldn’t get better, a hip bohemian crew picked up some drums and four women started dancing their hearts out. We were blown away. West African drumming and dancing is a huge passion of ours. What a treat to find it down here! When the performance was over, we strolled around the market, stocking up on juicy tomatoes, crunchy cucumbers, bags of citrus and smoked marlin. We even found one small stall selling rainbow chard and kale, just like our market back home in Port Townsend, Washington.
On our way out we swung left for some artisan bread and, as we handed over our pesos, we asked the vendors if they knew of any music that night. That little inquiry turned into an epic night of dancing at an electronica show hosted by Más Beats at a lighthouse overlooking the beach. Not bad for an unplanned stop in a town we almost sailed right by!