A doodling journaling traveler is what I am (among other things, obvs) and naturally over the years I’ve ended up with notes scribbled onto hotel stationary that I don’t always remember what it means years later. When scrapbooking became my mom’s new hobby and with it came the amazing supplies, I started to add pictures to my journals. I now have a team of travel journals so that no matter where I am I always have one near by. But when I went to Loreto, literally in the middle of packing up our house to move to Tennessee, I had already packed them up. So, what is a girl to do? Go back to her hotel stationary notes. These are those notes along side photos to bring them to life.
Loreto Recap + Photo Journal
Flight 2 hours
Arrive 30 mins south of airport, L 5 mins N of Loreto
Hotel welcome drink/5 min massage
Lunch- ceviche, guac/salsa, pizza, TACOS
dinner- Latin show dancing, chocolate bivalves, smoked marlin salad, shrimp and meat, flan
To-Do Paddle boarding/kayaking, 5 pools, golf
NOTES: Sunset, hiking, good food, family friendly. retirees, older crowd. Bracelet room keys, great for kids.
Hike/Breakfast. Fruit & omelet w/ beans
Tour of property, rooms, suites, and timeshares
Boat tour of the Islands/Sea of Cortez. Whale watching. Snorkling. Dolphins. Lunch on boat.
Loreto town, walk around. Local history! Church.
Dinner with Chef Penny. Personable, down to Earth. Brought her mom <3. Asked her about Iranian jeweled rice. Her mom is giving us a cooking lesson! “crunchy rice”.
Delicious Italian dinner.
Drinks. Disco. Karaoke.
fishing. Manta Rays, Sealions, whales, dolphins seen.
3 fish. Trigger, Pinto Bass, Seabass, shark
Dinner with Penny.
Pack. Airport to LAX. Hello, long day.
I have done many a traveling things that in the moment of booking seemed like a great idea. Flying to the west coast and back in less than 5 days while in the middle of moving, wasn’t the poor life decision. Choosing to save $75 bucks was. I could have easily made the trip shorter, but at the time of booking my flight it seems like a good and grand idea. I am here to tell you that I have learned my lesson. Jet Lag is a thing. And I felt like I was in the movie Groundhog Day. I would board a plane at 10 am, fly for a couple of hours and somehow magically land in the next city around 10am. My concept of time has never been so skewed (insert wide eyed smiley that looks surprised).