Finding Happiness at Divorce Beach

Oct 24, 2013 by

          “Why do you want to go to Divorce Beach so badly?” Olivia asked.

          “Because it’s everything that I stand for!” I exclaimed, thinking that my reasoning should have been obvious.

          She bent over in laughter. “I’m quoting you in my phone right now to remember that you said that.”

 

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The absolutely stunning Divorce Beach


The absolutely stunning Divorce Beach

          While looking at a map when I first arrived in Cabo, I noticed a stretch of beach labelled Divorce. It was ironically located directly across from Lover’s Beach. In fact, you have no choice but to walk through Lover’s Beach, one of the few beaches in Cabo where people can safely swim, to get to Divorce beach, where deathly waves soar metres high. The life parallels were killing me. I had to go!

          Recall that I believe divorce is a step toward happiness for those in unsatisfying marital relationships. While some find the stat that more than half of marriages end in divorce sad, I consider it a societal success. I think it symbolizes people’s increasing unwillingness to settle for the lives they don’t want, despite society’s expectations. While some see divorce as giving up or not fighting hard enough, I see divorce as a win in the fight for personal happiness. One of my co-workers, who once divorced and is now remarried, put it this way: “I fell in love twice.” I love this perspective. Had she not divorced her first husband, she wouldn’t have found her second. Thanks to divorce, she was lucky enough to have two loves of her life. Evidently, I am pro-divorce. As such, a visit to Divorce Beach was mandatory.

 

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10.24.2013 - Finding Happiness at Divorce Beach (1)          “How do I walk to Divorce Beach from here?” I asked Raul, our onsite rep.

          “You can’t,” he answered. “You have to take a tour. It costs $30. It makes getting there very easy. We take you by boat, we guide you in the water at Lover’s Beach (because you can’t swim at Divorce Beach), and we bring umbrellas.”

          Not easily sold on 30-dollar anything, I explained, “Raul, I’m too broke to spend $30 to go to the beach. I just want to be able to say that I went to Divorce Beach and dipped my toes in the Pacific, since I’ve come this far. Is there no way that I can bus? Oh, and do I have to cross Lover’s Beach to get there?”

          “Yes, you have to cross Lover’s Beach,” he confirmed.

          “Crap,” I muttered under my breath. Nothing against love (I want love), but I was going to Divorce Beach to make a point. I guess love is on the path to divorce in real life, I rationalized.

          “No, you can’t bus. There’s private property along the way. You’d have to swim, which is unsafe. There is another way there. It’s $14 per person for a cab ride to and from the marina, and a boat ride to and from Lover’s Beach,” he started.

          “I can do $14!” I said excitedly. I turned to Olivia to discuss. “That’s no big deal,” I said. “We paid $12 to cab to and from crappy downtown San Lucas.”

          She nodded in agreement.

          “I only sell about two of these packages per month,” Raul warned. “For $30, you are paying for service. For $14, you’re going to go out there on your own. No one will be looking out for you. If you drown, no one will know. It’ll be as if you’re in another country. You will be picked up and dropped off. That’s it. No one will know if you’re alive or dead in between. And there will be no umbrellas,” he reminded, as if that would encourage me to unnecessarily waste $16.

          Dramatic.

          “That’s okay, Raul. I like adventure!” I beamed as I waved my hand at his exaggerated vision of a ride to the beach turned Final Destination. “So it’s only $14?” I wanted to clarify.

          “Yes,” he said, looking defeated.

          Sold.

Touching the Pacific!


Touching the Pacific!

Crossing the threshold! Note the D to the left and the L to the right for Divorce Beach and Lover’s Beach respectively.


Crossing the threshold! Note the D to the left and the L to the right for Divorce Beach and Lover’s Beach respectively.

 

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My Little Mermaid moment!


My Little Mermaid moment!

          As expected, Divorce Beach was a beautiful symbol of happiness. It is the most breathtaking beach I’ve ever seen. It is where I touched the majestic Pacific Ocean for the first time. I was floored (literally; I fell over). I’ve never seen water fold into such grand forms, thrashing rocks that looked as though they had been drawn into real life by the animators of Disney’s The Little Mermaid. (In fact, those rocks made my lifelong dream of having my very own Little Mermaid moment a reality! I’ve wanted to be pressed up against such rocks by the ocean since first watching it happen to Ariel. You can bet your ass I was singing Part of Your World while waiting for my wave!) To those who are unhappy in their relationships, marital or otherwise, cross the threshold. There’s happiness on the other side. I just proved it.

 
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