As usual, we get up and make our way to Lumiere's for some breakfast and much needed coffee.
I have Mrs. Pott's Belgian waffles, which ends up being very similar to Ariel's Belgian waffles on the Wonder. It's no Tonga Toast, but it's good anyway.
Later we go to Sessions where I meet up with my excursion group, and Mom takes a look at Cabo San Lucas from a porthole.
We are given Pinocchio stickers to make us easy to identify as Disney Freaks to all the casual passers-by and vendors. After being walked out into the broiling heat, they stick us inside the naval offices and then make us wait there for a considerably long time until marching us out to a van and driving us about an hour into the desert. I fall asleep, so they could have left us there, and I'd probably have been coyote bait. Or whatever the Mexican equivalent of coyote bait is.
We arrive at the Carisuva ranch and are greeted by a few goats and dogs ambling about.
Our guide, Dave, gives a little talk about the two cardinal rules of horseback riding: Don't walk behind the horse, and don't get off by yourself. I manage to almost break both rules by the time I've been on about 5 minutes.
The Guide once walked behind a horse and one of the other guests pointed out the rule against it. "Ah, but Sir," the Guide replied, "I am Mexican."
After getting on the horse and then persuading the Guide to get off his horse and go pick up my hat from where it flew off onto the ground, we begin riding out through a desert-like environment filled with what looks like the skeletal remains of bushes.
After successfully avoiding being scraped up against cacti by the horse, we make it onto the beach, which is appropriately beautiful.
They ride us down from one end, back to the other end, which makes for a relatively short ride in relation to the time spent getting here and back. Still and all, there aren't all that many places where they'll let you ride on the beach anymore.
After declining to purchase their $10 photos (printed on actual cactus paper! From real cactus!) we are returned to the pier, where I meet Mom arriving from the boat.
We totally decompensate in the heat, walking down the main shopping drag. All the stores seem basically the same as the stores in Nassau, where we've never been able to find anything we want, anyway. We stop at Cabo Wabo, a bar/restaurant apparently owned by Sammy Hagar of Van Halen fame and purchase souvenirs for those who might care for that sort of thing. Then we flee back to the ship.
Dinner tonight was at Animator's Palette--Show Dinner. I think a lot of people have become blase about the effects in this restaurant, but I still like it.
The menu has changed slightly from the last time I ate here, but the seafood wrappers are still here. Oddly enough, the service turns out to be very slow at this point; slow to the point where we think something may have actually happened to our server, as he disappears and doesn't reappear after taking our order until most other tables are mostly through their next course. We notice that the wrappers have cucumber instead of the described avocado, and contemplate that the delay was the kitchen trying to decide what to use instead.
Two items that look to have been changed up a little--instead of mushrooms in puff pastry, they're now in a risotto which was nice, once it finally arrived. The filet now comes with scallops and a spinach-mushroom mix embedded in potatoes. The meat is cooked just right, however they break their winning streak with the scallops, that are a little sandy.
After dinner, there is really only one dessert at the Animator's: 
Chocolate and peanut butter pie, which is delicious but served on a regular dish, rather than the cute artist's palette plates of yesteryear.
You're also never too full for chocolate covered strawberries. It was Ox! I swear!
Tomorrow: Puerto Vallarta and the Outdoor Adventure.
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