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.