Adventures in Vallarta Part Fin

Our vacation afforded us many interactions with animals of widely varying shapes. We swam with pointy tropical fishes, talked to a bright parrot, and walked quickly away from a bunny with what we thought was a raging case of The Mange. Thankfully, not all the creatures we came into contact with were diseased.
We participated in a horse-back riding tour through the jungle that ended up being really fun. We rode horses across the river about 14 times and Wes had a lot of fun passing slower riders. We were in a group of about 50 people and passing people soon became a viable fun alternative to stopping every 10 minites to allow stragglers to catch up. Wes’ horse was a bit of a stud (his name was ‘El Mexicano’) and every time he ran ahead all the mares ran to catch up. I promised Wes that before we go riding again I will teach him how to ride properly. When his horse trotted past me I cracked up because Wes looked so much like a rag doll all floppy in the saddle (though you couldn’t tell from this picture).
There unfortunately isn’t a good picture of me swimming with the dolphins but this is a picture of the dolphins I interacted with. The one on the left is a baby and the one on the right is its mother. It was cool to watch how the mother taught the baby by example how to behave properly. I pet the dolphins on the belly, back, and even held on while the dolphin swam with me around the pool. It was awesome and I couldn’t stop laughing the whole time. This was unfortunate as I ended up with a lot of salt water in my mouth. It was an incredible experience and I was in a good mood the rest of the day (how can you not be after swimming with these beauties?). It was funny because when we signed up for this tour Wes asked me if I wanted to do it. I looked at him and said, “Yes, but only since I was 4 years old. No pressure”. To be truthful, they felt exactly as I imagined they would feel. Smooth and warm and nice. This may look like a rather dull picture but in truth it is the pot of gold at the end of the tamale rainbow. We were on a desperate quest to partake of some genuine Mexican food before we left and so asked for recommendations from one of our cab drivers. He recommended this place, giving us such excellent directions as, “Your know Carlos O’Brien’s? Go up a couple blocks I dunno how many and then you see Pipi’s. Go over a couple blocks from Pipi’s and you find really good tamales.” Bear in mind, “up” and “over” are our only true directions in this quest. So we set out, bound and determined not to leave without fresh tamales. We found the place after only a little guesswork and went home with our delicious prizes. The tamales really were amazing and the best part is they only cost $.20 apiece. In the future Wes and I will probably stay closer to the city proper and eat here every night!
This is a picture of us during our flight home. We were super happy to make it home as it was an adventure from the start. I had already started feeling sick at this point and wanted nothing more than to not be travelling, but c’estait la vie. When we tried to check into our flight (after a mortifying baggage inspection by some Mexican teenager wearing gloves. He was professional but there’s nothing like having your unmentionables fondled in public by a stranger to make you squirmy) we were told that our flight had been cancelled. The check-in lady left and said she’d try to get us on another flight. She succeeded (thank God!) and we were upgraded to 1st class for our trouble. We landed in Houston with no trouble and made it onto our next flight without a hitch (1st class again! Hooray!). We landed in Seattle at midnight (which felt like 2am to us) and waited for our bags in baggage claim. Mine dropped down and we waited for Wes’ to come too so we could go home. And then we waited. And then we waited some more. Well, at 2am we asked the airline representative and she informed us that Wes’ bag had been left in Houston but that they would drop it off at our house the following afternoon. Huh. So we went home, unpacked my bag, and collapsed. They dropped his bag off the next day (barely!) at 11:30pm. Boo on them, I say. After that, laundry was done, the puppy was brought home, and life moved forward. Thus ended our Puerto Vallarta adventure. Thank you for your patience as I mustered the will and wit to get these pictures posted, it was fun to re-live everything again!

Adventures in Vallarta Part Three

As you can probably guess, our trip to PV included a lot of drinking. One of the highlights of both the drinking and general PV vacation, however, was Pipi’s. There’s a restaurant in PV called Pipi’s and it’s incredible. It’s off the beaten path of the Malecon (boardwalk) but well worth the trek. Wes went there for the first time nine years ago with his brother and he was stoked that it was still there. He says it hasn’t changed.
Here we are sitting at Pipi’s (yes, I feel a little ridiculous every time I type that). As soon as we sat down a waiter asked us what we wanted to drink. The walls say, “Don’t drink the water, drink the margaritas!” so I thought, ‘Why not?’ and I ordered a mango margarita.
This was my face when my margarita arrived. Can you believe the size of that thing? It took my a full hour to finish it and I was so full from the drink that I barely had room for actual food. The food I did eat was awesome though. Fresh guacamole made table-side and tortilla chips that made me understand why anyone would like tortilla chips enough to import them to America (the tortilla chips I’d had until then had been stale and/or yucky).

This is Wes and I partaking of good homemade tequila. The Mexicans say “Salut!” when they drink and so did we.
This is what happens when you have the chance to say “Salut!” too many times. This was after lucky shot number three. Someone offered to take a picture of us and we posed and smiled but at the last minute I decided it’d be a good idea to lick Wes’ face. I’m not sure where I was going with that one. On the bus ride home with a few other tourists Wes and I started singing Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody” and everyone joined in as loudly as possible, guitar solos and all. It was the best 9-minite bus ride of my life. I’m sure the bus driver thought we were cracked but it was entirely too much fun.

Adventures in Vallarta Part Two

Woohoo, pictures are up (and with fun commentary for your persuing pleasure)! I did make it into work today only to leave early because my stomach is a giant unhappy face. I’ve worn sweatpants and a sweatshirt for a week straight and it’s safe to say Wes is really contemplating the “…or worse” part of our marriage vows right around now. I’m contemplating the infuriating fact that I’ve been eating less than half of what I normally do and violently sick multiple times every day and have yet to lose a pound. Seriously, where is the justice in that? Ahem, anyway, shall we move onto sunny happy pictures? I thought so…

We landed in PV very late at night and essentially did nothing more than fly (I sat next to the biggest guy EVER on the flight there. The poor guy had keep his arms crossed over his bosoms throughout the whole flight lest we become intimately acquainted with one another’s arm-fat), unpack (OH MY GOODNESS! The suite was exquisite. Three bathrooms, tile everywhere, private balcony, and a jacuzzi tub), drink (we sat next to two very wasted guys who were smoking cigars and talking really loudly. I desperately wanted to swap one of their cigars with a rolled napkin to see if they’d notice but I fought the urge), explore (huge pool with cool fountains and a hot tub with a firepit that looked out onto the ocean. Several times, Wes and I went for a swim in the pool, then walked down to the ocean, then finished up in the hot tub just because they were all so close together), and crash (it was 3am by that point) our first night.

We signed up for a lot of tours and this one happened to be the first one we did. It was a generic tour of PV, including the local handmade crafts market and a tour of the surrounding jungles. We were supposed to get picked up at our hotel lobby at 9am. We forgot to set the alarm and so we had the pleasure of getting ready in 10 minutes while everyone waited for us downstairs. I was quite grumpy for having to leave the room without breakfast, coffee, or makeup but managed to hold it together until Wes and I had the chance to slip away from the group and score some coffee. I don’t know why, but Mexicans make the BEST cappuccinos. Anyway, this was one of our stops. It was the site of a movie that was shot there during the 1940’s called “Night of the Iguana”. Fittingly enough, we’re posing with an iguana. He was very heavy and surprisingly warm and his handler wanted a whopping $2 to take a picture of him with us. That’s one thing I learned in Mexico: everything costs something. He sure is cute though, yes?
This picture was taken during the same tour. We stopped at a restaurant in the middle of the jungle and shared a yummy Mai Tai. This restaurant had delicious tortilla chips and the best fish I’ve ever had in my life. At this restaurant we befriended a parrot, walked on a rickety and frightening old bridge, almost got kicked by an irate horse, and came face to face with the ugliest dog either of us has seen (we think maybe a whippet/chihuahua mix?).

This picture was taken on our 2nd anniversary. We took a boat ride out to a secluded little island, called Caletas, and had dinner on the beach.
This is the previously mentioned dinner on the beach. It’s very dark but the vast blackness you see behind us is the ocean (we only ate dinner indoors twice the whole week). After dinner we saw a show that replicating an ancient Aztec? Mayan? ceremony involving fire and animals. Truth be told, we were both pretty distracted because there was this seriously old couple behind us making out like crazy behind us the whole time. I kid you not, they were macking like their lives were ending tomorrow. It was all so very slurpy and funny that Wes and I only paid half attention to the show. We walked back to the boat behind them and Wes took it upon himself to make slurping sounds the whole way back. On the outside I had to chastise him but on the inside I laughed like a malicious schoolgirl. We later found out that she had just left her husband for the guy she was making out with so I stopped feeling bad that Wes slurped at them.

Post Forthcoming, I Promise!

I just tried downloading some pictures but this site is being quite uncooperative at the moment so for now I must content myself with a promise to post pictures at a later time.

Wes and I made it home safely and enjoyed the holidays very much. I haven’t been blogging, or even working, or even really doing anything of value since we returned because I was stricken. With the dreaded Montezuma’s Revenge. Wes and I got to take a festive little trip to the Emergency Room on Christmas Eve when I kept getting progressively worse. I’m on the mend (we hope!) and should be back to fighting form by the end of the weekend. As much as I enjoyed our trip to Mexico, I’m not sure my tummy could handle a repeat visit!

I will be back to work tomorrow, barring no mutinous dissention from my belly, and will hopefully have a witty post up here then.

Adventures in Vallarta: Part One

Coming at you live from the lobby of our luxurious resort in Puerto Vallarta! We have checked out of our suite and are in possession of about 5 hours of spare time before our flight takes off. Wes has graciously allowed me the use of his laptop and so here I am, looking out at the brilliant sunshine, writing a blog post.

It has been an altogether awesome and eye-opening trip. We learned a lot about travelling and the next time we come to Puerto Vallarta we will most certainly go about a couple things differently. For instance, it took us two room-service breakfasts to figure out that, since neither of us can finish a whole breakfast single-handedly, we can split one and save money (hooray!). Also, we learned that it’s really hard to find Mexican food in Mexico. There’s a lot of crappy Italian food here, though, so go figure.

Also, we learned that if you are considering a tour and you can’t figure out how 30 minutes of snorkeling can equate to a 7-hour tour, that’s probably because they’re planning to leave you on a beach for 5 hours while they go grocery shopping with the boat.

I personally learned that tequila is treacherous! I had the opportunity to try home-made tequila, watered-down tequila, straight-up tequila, commercial tequila, and every other kind besides. It’s a tricky beverage and sneaks up on you. I can drink a margarita no problem but with one shot of homemade tequila I was GONE (picture forthcoming, I promise).

We had a lot of adventures and as soon as I download the pictures from my trusty camera I will certainly post them here. We did a lot of tours and a lot of laying by the pool. I conquered my fear of cold water (I swam in the ocean! Squee!!) and Wesley, well, he doesn’t want me to write about his sunburned feet. He did get to drink coconut milk straight out of a coconut, though, which made him feel very kitschy.

As much fun as we had, though, we’re both ready to go home. We miss our puppy and we miss our stuff (there’s nothing like a hotel bed to make you miss your bed at home!). An added bonus is that we’re coming home right around Christmas which is definitely something to look forward to! Wes’ brother and his wife are also expecting their first child any day now so that’s a blessing as well. As Wes and I prepare to drag our sunburned bodies back across the border it’s all we can do not to both miss being in this beautiful and vibrant place and be thrilled to come home.