We woke at 4am and headed to the airport for our 8am flight to Phoenix. After a brief layover in Phoenix, we were off to Puerto Vallarta, on the Pacific coast of Mexico. We changed time zones three times in two flights. What I mean by that is we went back three hours by going to Phoenix, then forward two hours by going to Puerto Vallarta, then back another hour when we crossed the bridge that separates Puerto Vallarta from Neuvo Vallarta. Even though they're only about 15 miles apart, the river is the line between Mountain time and Central. Or something like that. I'm not even really sure what time it is.
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So, being travel weary, we checked into our hotel and were blown away. We are staying in a huge suite complete with full kitchen, dishwasher, washer and dryer, jacuzzi, dining room/living room and an enormous bathroom. No to mention the master bedroom and the beautiful veranda overlooking the Pacific ocean.
After doing a little unpacking and realizing what we HADN'T packed (Jane forgot her running shoes and one flip flop and while I remembered my running shoes, I forgot BOTH my flip fops) we headed down to explore the resort.
There are two resorts actually, side by side, and we have access to the facilities at both. Mostly, this means we get to use the three restaurants at the other hotel in addition to the two at ours. We ended up sitting down at a little al fresco bistro that makes pizza. We watched the sun go down over the water, had a bottle of wine and began to relax. We realized we weren't quite ready to call it a night, so Jane switched from white wine to red wine and I switched to a Pacifico (beer) and a very good shot of tequila. Then we had a few more.
Before retiring back to our estate, we stopped by the rather large convenience store (this is much more than your average gift shop) and bought rum, wine and soda.
Once back home, Jane decided that the best thing to do would be to try out the tub/jacuzzi. She filled it with soap and turned it on. Only she couldn't figure out how to shut it off, once she got it going and pretty soon it looked like something out of a Brady Bunch episode where Peter tries to do laundry. The bubbles began to take over everything. For a few tense minutes, I thought we were either going to have to call maintenance, or just vacate. We were being overrun. If truth be told, I was concerned. Jane couldn't have been more relaxed.
We mopped up the remaining bubbles and got into bed, falling asleep to the sound of the ocean crashing on the shore.
It had been a long day.
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