I’m home from Spring Break. I have been in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico for the past week with about 21 other people we know. It’s a tradition. Last year we were there for nine nights. This time, five. Next year, we need to find a happy medium because it wasn’t long enough this time, although I did make it to a friend’s dance for the first time ever. Even though it was kind of short, boy did we make memories.
|From our resort, we could see both ends of the bay. Apparently it’s 26 miles from one end to the other. We almost went to the other side to go surfing, but we didn’t.|
I’m always nervous when I return to a place I’ve been. I’m afraid things might have changed, which they did, but not much.
Our plane ended up getting delayed about a half hour and then because of air traffic, we sat on the tarmac for another half hour.
|We took pictures while we waited.|
The time is confusing because we flew out on Sunday, aka daylight savings time. Mexico has no daylight savings. We woke up Sunday, moved our watches an hour forward, got on the airplane and when we took off, moved them back an hour. By the time we landed, it was around 3:30ish.
|We were waiting for our taxi to take us to the hotel. It was kind of cold outside.|
|The first thing we see when we walk up the stairs in front of the hotel. Home sweet home.|
Since dinner reservations were at 6 that night, our family didn’t go to the beach. We stayed in, took showers and unpacked. Then we got ready for dinner.
Dinner that night was at my favorite restaurant, La Pergola. It’s considered the international restaurant at our resort, Marival. I always have the Parmesan chicken when I’m there.
Two different views from our first room. Yes, I said first. Remember that.
The Day of the Sunburn
The reason for the first day of vacation is to show you where you need to apply the sunscreen better on the second day. -My mother
This was our first day on the beach. After today, everyone realizes that they do in fact get sunburned. I got off the easiest, just a little spot on my arms and ears. Some people were in agony just wearing a t-shirt.
There were nine little kids with our group. That’s sophomore and under. They aren’t really little kids anymore. The age keeps increasing at they get older. They’ll never be able to move to the big kid table. I imagine us all 30 years old with our own kids still sitting at the big kid table. The kids boogie board and swim all day. I read.
|This ties in this post with London. I got travel books as well. I am prepping! We’re almost to 100 days to go!|
Dinner was at my least favorite that night. The Mexican place, Las Palomas. It’s good, but there are only four restaurants so one has to be at the bottom of the list. I had reallllly good soup that I’d never tried before. It was lime-y.
|We all had that color dress to wear on the same night, but Daryl decided to break it out early.|
|The view right before the sunset.|
|The view from our new room. It was an ocean front. It was the only room available so we got it.|
|The ride there was peaceful. The ride back, not so much.|
|It’s a Catholic church and every year, we get there right as the bells are ringing to start Mass. There is a real bell ringer. It’s really cool to watch.|
|LOVE this picture of a sea of blue shirts walking into Pipi’s. The shirts were great on the malecon. No one could go too far without being seen.|
|All I’ll say is that our group made the restaurant’s Facebook page. We like mariachi music. #sorrynotsorry|
You’re sitting, unseatbelted, in the back of a taxi. There are ten other people with you. Everyone is laughing and singing along to the Macarena and Achy-Breaky Heart in Spanish. All of a sudden, the driver hits his breaks and silence falls. We look ahead and see a small red car driving ahead of us. We continue driving and stop again. The red car was break-checking the taxi. The taxi switches lanes and attempts to pass the red car, but the car doesn’t like that. The taxi has overtaken half of the small car when all of a sudden, the van swerves to the right. You look out your window and see the red car narrowly miss hitting the corner of the taxi on purpose. The driver opens his window and converses in angry Spanish with the red car driver. You can make out a few curse words. The taxi speeds back up and the red car disappears behind it. A few minutes pass and you’re starting to laugh about the incident. You know when you get back to the hotel, karaoke is waiting for you and the group. Everyone thought the ordeal was over. It wasn’t. All of a sudden, a loud engine roar is heard throughout the cab. You look next to the van and catch the small red car zooming down the road and cutting us off. After that, you never see him again.
|All the adults got flaming coffee. I love watching them make it, but I doubt I’ll ever try it.|
|The last look out at the beach.|
|There was a crazy long line to check out. A
dance contest was starting that day.
|The last breakfast|
|On the way home now 😦|